sometimes it's about having the focus to reach your goals.

sometimes it's about more than you could have ever imagined and you find it slipping through your hands.

sometimes in the middle of the night, you can feel your hands letting go.

sometimes you find them there again in the morning and you don't remember how.

sometimes it's just quiet.

you feel that generator inside you.

that simultaneous pull to hold on or let go

to be a part of something or remain yourself

sometimes you dream about cars and lakes like gaping mouths and guns.

sometimes that's when you admit you are lost.