For us.
There's no figuring you out.
A jigsaw with pieces that are scattered and each time there's a piece that fits the other, the whole puzzle changes.
An enigma unsolved.
An equation without the signs.
A theory without information.
A mystery without leads.
A forest without trees.
I try to prod and poke just to find holes to seep into but they close before I can put my mind into one.
My soul is drained.
My being is worn out.
I am tired.
