For a generation of dreamers

Do you feel lost? I do. I’m graduating college and trying to imagine a future for myself in a world that no longer feels stable. I want so badly to believe in good, but everything around me is pointing in the opposite. The world has become apathetic, and my tender heart feels as if its been left out in the cold.

My brain is a chaotic web of thoughts and pictures and feelings and ideas that tangle one another into a jumbled mess. I’m terrified watching the world right now. It seems more and more like the villains have won, though I want so badly for good to prevail. So I’m making sense of the world in the only way that I know how. By writing.

What else gets people by during the darkest hour but art? What else gives us reason to carry through but beauty? We’re in 1930s Berlin, watching the Nazis come to power. And the only thing to do but go insane is to pour our hearts into something. Cranberry Milk is my lighthouse for anyone else who feels lost like me.