Our

Origins

Youknowwhatkeepsmeupatnight. WhatIthinkaboutwhenIwalkthoseemptystreets,danceinthestarrymidnight,oradmirethegoldenlampsthatignitetheorablu. It’sthefew,andthankfullyfewformysanity,promisesI’vebrokentodearfriends. Theinconsistenciesinmycharacter. Theirguiltweighsonme. OnewhichI’malwayssosureIdeserve. Momentswhenmyprideovershadowedmykindness. WhenIresortedtoacoldremorse. WhenIwasn’twhotheyremembered. WhenIforgotwhoIam.

"OnedayI'llmakeitbackuptothemma!Everylastone…"iswhatI'dimagineaboywouldsay.

WhatdeepdownIwanttobelieve. Butoftenwe'reremindedthat'swhatdreamsarefor. Tocloseoureyesandchaseperfection. Forwhenweopenthem,werealizenoonehasthatmuchtimeandwealljuststrivetobemostlyhonest.