Testo Centuries Fled

when the world is closing in and the air grows thick, finding ourselves against a wall with no escape from the lies we tell ourselves, it's imperative and not to take for granted this which we're fought for: our space in the void. through our tragedies come our selves. we're not alon, despite our heavy hearts, despite all that's missing. we've seen our friends fail, we've seen our friends die. we've seen our worlds turn inside out. we've never quite known just where we fit. we have the keys but keep our doors locked. we're jigsaw puzzles, missing pieces. we're lost, not found