Undying Youth. Crying for joy, hoping for more. Running head first into forever, out of it all. Throwing just about everything out the window to see what survives when it hits the ground. This is what we do to keep breathing and to hold on to life that feels like it might slip away if we go one second without living it.
We’re displaced by it all but we’re running back with attitude and heart. The confrontations we have with a suffocating world and the tension erupting against ourselves. It's the TV static that buzzes in the air at three in the morning. The look on your face lit up by the carlight. Getting lost walking on our own streets and not understanding why. Having a stupid hope when nothing seems tangible. Believing in endlessness when trapped in the pit of the night.
