You may have noticed puzzle pieces scattered all around me.
Patterns starting to come into light.
I know this because I see it myself.
So I wait.
I always catch myself wondering what my heart keeps saying, because I'm finding it difficult to translate.
I love the wrong way.
I know this from everything before.
Puzzle pieces that never fit, no matter how hard I try.
Glue and paste never hold.
Edges always askew.
Patterns so complex they hurt my eyes.
It takes time I'm guessing.
Patient hands to guide pieces into place.
I wouldn't know what to do if it where complete.
Or what it might be like,
To never have too worry about starting over.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
You may have noticed puzzle pieces scattered all around me.
Patterns starting to come into light.
I know this because I see it myself.
So I wait.
I always catch myself wondering what my heart keeps saying, because I'm finding it difficult to translate.
I love the wrong way.
I know this from everything before.
Puzzle pieces that never fit, no matter how hard I try.
Glue and paste never hold.
Edges always askew.
Patterns so complex they hurt my eyes.
It takes time I'm guessing.
Patient hands to guide pieces into place.
I wouldn't know what to do if it where complete.
Or what it might be like,
To never have too worry about starting over.
