The broken puzzle piece that I kept trying to place into different broken puzzles was actually a piece of my own broken puzzle.
I am just another soul trying to light my own way through writing, giving life to my imagination by journaling the stories and events of the characters in my head.
I have been through storms and lost more pieces of myself, yet I am still in one piece - ready to take another step, ready to write another chapter.
But nothing feels more complete and satisfying than accepting and working on my own shadows. Because with my shadows beside me, the full picture of my puzzle has become more defined, refined, and structured. Yes, I have flaws and missing pieces, but I am complete in my own picture.