I walked into the woods like I have a dozen times before. This time feels different. Something is missing or maybe it’s someone … you.
The morning dew had begun to appear on the low hanging leaves. The smell of rotting timber and mud filled my nose. Some would be repulsed by these smells and the elements but not me. This smells like home. This smells like my childhood. This smells like many adv...
I am but a puzzle
Confined to a box, waiting on the shelf
I am but a puzzle
Pieces fit together, all shapes and sizes
I am but a puzzle
Start with the edges, and work your way in
I am but a puzzle
Full of complexities, an image becoming clearer
I am but a puzzle
In your hands my story comes to life
I am but a puzzle
Worth your energy, yet waiting on the shelf…...