Puzzle Pieces

A sense of belonging is essential, but where do we belong and when do our senses come into play? It’s all chaos, and chasing something or someone can do so much damage to our minds and hearts. Where does our heart belong? Where do we belong? If not here, then where? If not there, then where? We only have just questions, but who will answer them? Who else could it be if not us? If not them, who?

I know it’s very confusing and it feels like we’re puzzle pieces, and if we do not get our pieces back, we’ll die, but slowly and steadily, we are dying to get our pieces back, and it is our only sole purpose now. But have you ever thought? What will be our next purpose, if we get all our pieces back? What are we going to do next? We all need a purpose in our lives, or else we're just walking corpses.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this today..., and I'm not sure if I'm being honest with you all. There is something missing in me, a puzzle piece or pieces of a puzzle, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to find it and fit it next to my other pieces. Sometimes, no, often, I find some missing pieces but they don't fit me, as if they're frayed at the edges, and I have to find new pieces or make new pieces to complete myself.

Tell me how do I do it? How do I find new pieces? How do I make new pieces?

Is it going to be difficult? Will it take me a lifetime? But why does time seem so short, even though I've lived for twenty-five years and still haven't completed myself? Is it a sin to be incomplete?

I have all of these questions, but why can't I find the answers? Why am I thinking that I'm having trouble settling in and that I'm losing all my sense?

I'm going insane trying to stay sane all the time. “There is insanity within my sanity.” Where am I losing my mind, and when did I go insane?

My heart is heavy, my eyes are teary, and still, my lips are sealed. Why can't this heaviness leave me alone? Why is everything so bewildering, even when everything is clear...

“A heart full of love and eyes full of dreams

But still, it cannot find a way

A way to my own screams.”

-pooja singh