We are all puzzles
broken apart and
put back together
several times.
We are all puzzles
that were once whole
but now with parts that fade
and pieces gone.
We are all puzzles
with different art;
a collision of colors
forming new life.
We are all puzzles
and we're all different.
We are the result of our experiences,
We are the outcome of our doings.
But
some souls
are desperate
to become whole
that they force
pieces that
may fit but
don't
match.
YOU ARE READING
dust untouched
Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
