Life is a fucking puzzle. Lay the pieces before me and my brain becomes the jigsaw master. Slowly picking up, sorting and shifting pieces until they fit together. One by one, slowly a picture forms. Want to complicate things and hide pieces? Much like "Where's Waldo" in a crowded room? After awhile of searching, I'd still find the striped bastard. And after searching for missing pieces, I'll still manage to find them. If for some reason, a piece remains unfound, I'll mold together one of my own and pound it into place to fit the empty spot.

I've gathered pieces and placed them together. My eyes are cloudy and I might not be seeing clearly.. the foggy image makes me uneasy. At this point I want to hit the table, flip the board and break apart the fucking puzzle!

Throw it back in the box... I'd rather not be a jigsaw master this time.