finally putting all of the pieces back together one by one. they fit well but not as well as they used to. the corners are worn and the picture is blurred, but it's still the same picture. my fingers tremble over my puzzle as if it was the last.
there are creases in the pieces from when they were folded over and over. and they feel like a soft piece of cloth .
the pieces they came from me . they're mine. and since i found it, it's been easier to find the right places to put them. it's not so hard anymore to tell which part of my life goes where and which memories i should keep. it's easier to find all the missing pieces that i lost long ago and find and put put in their spots only to be lost again.
pieces aren't hard to find but they are hard to keep. they can fall out of place so fast you won't know that part of me is already gone.
when you look at me you see the pieces that are there and not the ones that are gone. most of me is there, but i'm on the biggest mission of all... finding the rest of my pieces that are still out there to be found.
~if you find any of me out there... remind me who i am so i can have those pieces so i can hurry up to complete me.~
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