Today, I looked up to the sky while I was happily paddling; I saw an illustration of clouds which looked like bricks.
Tiny little bricks of them, summing up like a messed up puzzle. Somehow or rather, this depiction sang in unison with my thoughts.
Everything is so messed up, not synchronized at all.
So what if someone came into your life with the number of missing puzzles you are having, your incomplete puzzle, (hoping to make it perfect),
but, all the pieces came with the wrong edges and sizes.
How now brown cow?
It's not as easy as a cow goes moo.
2 comments:
I like your analogy saying people attempting to complete your puzzle, only that they were all of different edges. ^^
innovative!
(:
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