Pieces (1)
I haven’t been able to write because I do not fully comprehend what I attempt to say. During a time when I hold on to things fragile and distant, I wonder if something has changed. Something that has escaped from my being.
As fragmented as the thought is, I write for I know that the pieces ought to fall into place with time. I may not know the what and why of it, but I know this. When the depth of life reaches out to me again, I will not stand back to think. I will embrace it, dive into it and while drown I might, I will know that I wanted it and I chose it. And that would be my happily ever after.
I have nothing more to say. Until I find another piece to the whole…
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