So much lingering in my head. I reached in to pull it all out. I tossed 'em on the coffee table. And as I stared blankly at what was there, I began to see them as pieces. Pieces of me, of course. I've done a few puzzles in my time so I figured I could do this one. Slowly and delicately I seperated the cluster. These pieces became animated. In their motion, I saw lingering experiences... moments in my time. There were some that I couldn't stand to look at. I clenched my fist and slammed it on the coffee table which made the pieces of me scramble all over the place. I wanted to just throw some pieces away. Of course, I didn't like them. And more so, I did not want them lingering. I couldn't stop thinking about the puzzle though. What would be the point of putting the puzzle together if I decided to throw pieces out that I didn't like? The end result would be a distorted image of who I am. No more mysteries, I thought.

I inhaled as deeply as I could and took it all in. I felt overwhelmed and anxious. This was it. This was my moment. My hands shaking, I started to pick up the pieces. Each piece I touched was relived vividly. I was visiting myself. I began to relax and it became easier. The more pieces I picked up and put together, the more I knew. Certain pieces I picked up, I wanted to put back down. Was I ready to put that part together? Did I know enough to put that piece right where it belongs? I couldn't let the questioning get in the way.

The bigger picture was, is and will always be the puzzle. And I put together the pieces I had lingering. The puzzle was starting to make a lot more sense now. Overwhelmingly and surprisingly my confusion was just a blur. I realized I let the pieces linger. I was afraid of what I could do with them. Make or break me, my puzzle. I took a step back and glanced at the coffee table. After all that I went through with that puzzle, it amazed me that there really was so much. Pieces ranging from all sizes and shapes. Pieces of my puzzle that shaped who I am today. I know my puzzle is still incomplete. I don't feel bad about that. I look forward to the pieces I'll pick up in the future.

i opened this because i thought it was about farts.

I'm glad you're still stuck at age 10. Grow up and contribute or get the fuck out.

*gets the fuck out*

nice piece leann

thanks matt <3