Stockholm Syndrome 17

"we are souls unhinged- letting the idea of daybreak hold us whilst we sob; and that is okay. the men across the street are whispering- something about peaches and cider: no matter. we have greater issues at hand. come closer, bubble like champagne and kiss your fingertips. because you and I: we are children gone caroling- and it is still midsummer." We are men and women searching for the reason behind our emptiness. Could it, in fact, be our own faults? Have we trapped ourselves? Are we victims of our own Stockholm Syndrome? This collection of poetry and drawings examines those very questions. Open up and read the truths you have tried so long to ignore.