Lost in the undertow of neon lights and grim highways, stumbling through the maze of broken promises and a clock that will never run backwards. I felt it deep last night — the hollow ache like a trumpet’s wail in the dead air when my hopes and dreams for a future faded away, washed out by the tide I'll never swim in. One more wild hope down the drain of America’s spine, and here we are, the souls and madmen, howling into the void like it could hear. #harriswalz
