❝There is a before and an after, and I'm now lost in both of them.❞ There were five once. Five kids with the same dream. Reckless and free. Until a trigger is pulled and the map is lost. Then there's four. Four kids with no gravity to hold them down. A cigarette is lit. Then there's three. Three kids with no sense of belonging. A vodka is bought. Then there's two. Two kids grasping on air. A punch is thrown, And only one is left. One kid wondering where to go. (NOT CURRENTLY WRITING BUT WILL COME BACK)