HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE.

The breeze flew me ashore.
To an island where dreams are paid,
and traumas are made.
I once believed that the world was a wheel,
unbeknownst to me, it was a tune of shrills.

I walked down the threshold with a smile in my lips,
Dark, alluring, sullen eyes meet my gaze
I matched his stare as my grin lifts
He frowns as he ogles my face.

He has a compelling story to tell
He is a jigsaw puzzle
Waiting to be whole, under a spell
He held me in flusters.

For Violet, life is a jigsaw puzzle more than it was chess. Her childhood days were filled with mystery and unjust. She believes in faith, hope, and love but she found no grounds to hold on to those invisible or "hearsay" forces. She felt her life crumbling and so to satiate her hunger and desperation for control; she poured a box filled with thousands of jigsaw puzzle pieces and stared at the scattered pieces in awe. Eyes twinkling, mouth hanging agape, she realized for once, she could be the master of her land, the captain of her ship, and the writer of the stars in her universe.

She saw jigsaw puzzles in people and when she met the eyes of whom she couldn't decipher, she jumped in the ocean with red water. A naïve, over-optimist girl crossed the lane as the cars run in a spree; to meet the eye of a boy who she thought she could set free. Her immaculate and dauntless passion turned into a chaotic desperation as she soon realizes that the missing piece of her jigsaw puzzle is yet to be known.

Violet, an easy going girl but with a dark pace in mind.
Attempts to decode a boy who's pieces she couldn't find.
Who's gonna hurt who? No, the question is;
"Who's gonna form who, first?".

Let's watch the North and South Hemisphere steal pieces of each other, to form puzzles out of pieces from each other.

COMING SOON.