a puzzle. kaleidoscope of fractured perception, mix of memory, and daisies, and daylight. a statue of cobbled stone laid by midnight’s lonely dirge, and yearning. so much yearning. it’s essence hollow and chipped. these hands are frozen in place. unable to lay brick or put together, so… can you find the picture in these word that I cannot see, and tell me i am not a type of nothing? that something worthy of prayer curls in my veins, and that i am not only bag of flesh spending a whittling reserve of breath. tell me that these fractured pieces mean something. even if it’s a lie.