I've lost a piece and I've been careless
I tried to bring it back and done everything
The pieces of puzzle doesn't fit together
My pieces left me with torn and shattered

emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name

and it’s heavy.

i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.

or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see

or maybe it was never written at all.

or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.

& maybe I’ll write it someday.

i’m not all of me
there’s a piece of me
in everyone i’ve met
in every room i’ve lived in
in every city i’ve been
in every mistake i’ve made
in every breath i’ve taken

there is a piece of you
that’s always in me too

We are building New Babylon
out of carcasses and bones,
repeating the design flaws
of ancestors,
undoing our future,
sealing the destiny
for generations to come,
We are the very stones
built into these walls,
the same ones we throw
when we turn on our own.
And these stones
are what our hearts are made of.
Our thoughts are but paper
forgotten tomes, decaying pages.
Redundant and irrelevant
is what we have become.
Behold the great construction
of our ultimate destruction.

honey, you cant force a piece
into a jigsaw puzzle
thinking they'll fit.