I love to work.

Put your head down, and drink from action.
Change things, and maybe there's a better you at some point on the timeline.
A healthy way to lose yourself.

I want to lose myself in her.
I want to lose myself in the next round.
I want to lose myself in a rolling paper.

But this is my life, and addictions and attachments don't lead to podiums.

There is just so, so much suffering that tints this human experience.

And I just want something good, something that wants me, something authentic.

Something that hates my loneliness as much as I do.

I want it to crawl through my veins, I want it to wear me.

I want it now and forever.

I know it's real and I haven't earned it yet.

The faith courses bloodlines under the skin of longing.

There's only one path.

I love to work.