The face of a child begins to melt into 

the structure of a growing adolescent, 

now faced with the eyes of society peering down on them.

Father Time has no mercy on the innocent, naive child. 

The child feels the slow rhythm of life begin to increase

at a faster rate, like a heartbeat experiencing the effects of adrenaline. 

The drumbeat of the quickened tempo increases to the point

where the child realizes each passing minute, where the large hand on the clock meets

12, is another loss of youth.

The child visits the museum of memories and begins to walk forward down the path of lost experiences, snatched by history’s tight grip.

The adolescent struggles to avoid being carried by the whispering winds of the unknown and the tornado of the future, not knowing what it holds, trying to walk back to the beginning of the path.

The winds are too strong and the child is finally pulled away, only to be dropped into world of responsibility, soon to be

Alone.