this mind contains many small pieces of many different puzzles. it is as if there once was a museum of large puzzles on display but in an instant there came a celestial body from the wide universe up above causing a great collision, and somehow my mind was right there in the middle of it all with a bag in its hands to collect the pieces in admiration. & in the aftermath of it all i suffer with the struggle of seeing half finished puzzle pictures, always failing to find out what lays in place of vacant spaces.
