Those sleepless nights I know all to well staring at 8 o’clock, wondering when the hour hand will toll a bell.

I’ve wished I died that time , but now I know why faith didn’t save me then. It’s when I looked in the mirror and realized no matter what I’m becoming I must lead it well. Not for perfection that’s never what I’m seeking , it’s as though I’m diving between portals slipping, through lifetimes and now I’ve arrived here on cue. From what I can see the only force that is you that couldnt be more true