Detached

A toast to the Unknown… into which you now sail bringing your hopes and fears… Alone…

Sharpen your tools. Drill the crews.

Battle awaits. Today, you call it ‘crunch time’…

You’re not ready.

It’s fine.

You never are in the beginning.

You’re worried about things far greater. Just a feeling right now. But a lingering one. He feels so distant… and you don’t know why.

You’re doing something wrong.