I can keep your secrets. Can you keep mine?

I was looking through art and I remember seeing this at the National Gallery in D.C the past spring break.
I looked it back up.
I don't think I've ever felt more emotion from a piece of art before.
It's going to get rough, and I'm praying to a God that I'll make it through unscathed.

The "youth" is a glimpse into what my life occasionally is, and what I think I want it to be.
Reaching for the stars, into cloud palaces.

I just don't think I have anyone watching over me.