The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.

If you have just one person believe in you, you'll always find your way

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, almost hopeful. Like things that were lost could be found again. As we drove away, I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.