Testo The Things That Keep Us Whole

Your face was framed by the airplane window. Half asleep in the glimmering light from the sky. Your headphones in as you softly slumber six miles up, letting everything pass by under you. They told me, “You can go but it won't be different. You might as well just glue your feet to the ground. It doesn't matter the place you're staying. You'll always be one forever lost and found, spilling over and losing it.” But as we trace lines on new highways that connect way back to familiar places, I'm thinking, “It has to be ten times more important to pound at the door of a heart that's dormant than to hide in your hometown and try to ignore it.” But wait long enough, and it'll steal you away one day. I held it in my hands until it slipped through the cracks in my fingers, the weakest of muscle, the hollowest of bone, the things that keep us whole. All I can say is, “Don't ever let your fear get in the way.”