daylight seeping through old curtains i grow older but the struggle carries on everyday s an insurrection buffered by misplaced affection sit me in the attic until dawn we felt bored and disconnected in that moment we were lost and vilified we weren t hoping for a triumph or a trophy failure didn t halt our stride even though we failed at least we fucking tried skimming rocks in hartlepool i am bound by blood and blisters to this sand every little struggle worth the time it took to lose another cast off in the bay another callous on my fragile hand we felt bored and disconnected in that moment we were lost and vilified we weren t hoping for a triumph or a trophy failure didn t halt our stride even though we failed at least we fucking tried 