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[iheartsublime]

how hard it is to feel complete
when puzzle pieces are missing.
who is there to search for them?
scramble around to locate;
the scattereed remnants of my thoughts.
those that were once mine;
seem so distant and beyond retrieval.
fireflies flutter away...
with my whispered confessions upon their delacate wings
i chase after them, running through the fields
over the hills i chase.
running faster and faster
i stumble in hopeless attempt.
please wait for me.
why the essential hurry of time?
seconds into minutes, minutes into decades.
will i ever catch up?
my puzzle pieces await in the shadows
hidden beneath my conquest of
undoubtable yet mysterious future.
what awaits you?
where will you find your pieces?
the slender hand of the clock impatiently asks.
tempermentally urging me to get started.
started on my journey.
i.
there.
running freely.
pickle jar in hand.
ready for my fireflies.