the past that hunts us

"we are born with one piece, and we collect and discard others as we grow. some people are perfectly placed pieces. some people are a bunch of pieces that need some order. some people are a bunch of mismatched pieces, al scrambled with no order.

sometimes we feel empty.

sometimes you are missing a very important piece, and the right person comes and gives it to you.

sometimes you receive a piece you don't need, and you trow it away.

sometimes your pieces are to small for you, and you need to change into bigger ones.

and i? i feel not like a bunch of mismatched pieces, but a group of pieces that are forgotten in a corner, and nobody came to pick them up and clean the dust off, so they forget how to work."