Everything is falling together, no longer pieces of existence trying to find our place in the puzzle of history.

We tried for so long to piece ourselves together, but we never could.

Not knowing where to start we just let it fall. Now, there's freedom in falling, but also fear.

Fear in not knowing when we will hit rock bottom. That when we do, we will have to come to terms with the reality of our brokenness.

That the pain in falling apart has left us bruised, and scarred. But we are still alive.

Barely, but there's a pulse. Surging through our veins, searching for a purpose. Mending our broken hearts.

Our hearts beat stronger, piecing together the puzzle we couldn't fix. but it wasn't the puzzle we needed to fix, It was ourselves.