Piecing myself together and filling the absences, yet the only somewhat seen will always be lingering beneath the shadows and under your bed. Only fear it if you have no defence against yourself. Other than that, the paranoia will not cease to exist and stalk you, whether you are prepared or not. It is always there. You can't stop it, no matter how many times you think you complete the puzzle. There is still a missing piece you haven't found, and it will remain the same for an eternity, torturing you relentlessly.