My entire existence is a puzzle which I simply cannot solve. Apparently, there’s always a missing piece and that is… happiness.
I’ve never known the way it looks. I couldn’t even deduce its shape from the empty spot within the puzzle. The truth is… there is no puzzle. Only pieces. Plenty of pieces jumbled in such a nasty way. I don’t know which one is which, nor do I know the role each one plays in the puzzle.
Everything is so blurred. And I need glasses.