Sometimes I wish that life was a puzzle
So the answers would be so clear
It would just fit so perfectly
But it's like someone broke the edges
And colored on top of the picture
So nothing connects
I'm longing to connect
There's things in life that just make plain sense to me. Not always the most normal things but I'm learning to embrace the differences. Puzzles make me happy, they are sometimes super easy, others can be a bit challenging. But in the challenge I learn to look at different features that make each piece unique. I classify my puzzle pieces not colors but by shapes normally. Even though each shape is slightly different. For some reason it allows me to notice the differences in color easier.
I can't classify life into different shapes, and it's like I'm color blind. Everything seems the same and nothing ever fits together. I'm stuck, I'm puzzled by it all. Which seems like the worst pun in the english language, cause puzzles seem so right to me, yet it means there's confusion. Life definately confuses me.
I'm still guessing what this puzzle called life is supposed to look like. Some spots feel so ugly, some pieces so rigid. Trying to feel the completed picture, but is life something that will ever feel completed?
