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.