We stand there, illuminated by the surrounding street lights. At the darkest time of morning, 3AM to be exact. In the middle of the downtown of a place we call a city; A generous title for Wichita Falls. The earthy herb filling our lungs, the devil’s liquid filling our stomachs. An escape from the mundane cycle we find ourselves in day after day. Making our way to the top of the rooftop, ambitions left our lips and filled our conversation. By the end of that transaction of words, we couldn’t even see the sky, our potential was endless, the sky wasn’t even the limit for us then.