I don't know what it feels like to be whole. I've always felt like there's something missing from me. It's like I'm a 1,000 piece puzzle put together on a white carpeted floor with one piece left out, but the piece that's missing is a snowy white piece in the middle of a blizzard, so no one seems to notice that this one piece is missing. No one seems to notice but me, and with every day that goes by that one little missing piece seems to become more and more integral to the overall landscape that this puzzle tries to piece together.