What or who motivates me?
What is it that makes me grow and overcome? What's the thing that makes my heart beat with joy, that makes me thrive and that makes me want more?
All my decisions seem like a mess, and my actions aren't motivated by the same source as they once were. Or that I thought they were.
Was I ever this unfair?
Was I ever this damaged?
I keep finding myself with my throat sore from screaming and my heart fading from the realization that what's done can never be fixed.
But I'll keep on trying to get his seconds, his minutes if I'm lucky enough.
Because time is hard to get, and time with him is even harder.
