Friday, November 21, 2014

puzzles

at first, because only tiny pieces of me were taken, it was a while before i noticed anything was missing.

even after i knew, i gave these pieces willingly...over and over and over again...my brain wrapped in a blindfold made from my heart.

later, at the beginning following the end i was a jagged and incomplete puzzle.

then, there was no sentience. i existed, i did not live.

now, finding fresh pieces to replace the ones missing from inside of the me i used to be.

i am completely incomplete.