eleventwelfth embarks on a different lane you cannot conceive, a lane in which we do not only verbalize our pain, anger and sadness, but also confer about something that we can always rely on, something about life, devotion and absence.
We’re not just chanting you a refrain at the end of each stanza, we are presenting you a narrative, a plot to where our life would be and a feature to describe our manifold emotion.
Pride is not what we’re after, it is the satisfaction that keeps us going. We do this for ourselves, for the sake of having a monumental background to the definitive chapter of our lives. We do not hope if you can relate to this, but just to tell you in advance, you might be.