I am but a puzzle.

All the pieces,

Individualized,

Yet they fit all together.

As one whole.

Creating a beautiful picture.

That is always torn down,

Then rebuilt again.

Until one person builds this puzzle.

And realizes:

‘This puzzle is too mesmerizing,

Too complicated,

Too **_ineffable_**,

And this puzzle is too jaded and lugubrious to keep being torn apart,

Over and over again.

Just to have hopes be brought up that it’ll finally stay together,

Just to be disappointed again.

And I am enamored by this puzzle,

And I revel this puzzle too much to destroy it.’

And that is all I want.

For I am but a puzzle.