Sunday, November 29, 2015

time layers old wounds

I'm not sure where to start because the truth is that there's still missing pieces of the puzzle. Maybe I'll never fully finish it and it will have to remain in the shadows of the shelves that have collected dust and spider web homes over time. Maybe I'll come across it someday and when I do I'll go "wow, there's that puzzle I never finished" but by that time I'd take little consideration into it because I've already occupied myself trying to put another, more intriguing jigsaw puzzle together. That's the beauty of it though, being able to look at something that once meant so much to you, that you put in every inch of yourself to figure out; being able to look at it and it no longer having any significance.

- s.a.m