Pieces of Me...
For so long, I filled empty pages with empty events, weightless hopes, and depth-less theories. I fantasized about an existence plagued with mystery and events based on a foundation far larger than that of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. When Steel saved me from myself, the boundary between fantasy and reality ceased to exist. I was pulled into a situation a hundred times larger than myself… and I am learning so many sad, painful lessons: Facts are not concrete, and reality is never as romantic as a dream. I can no longer rely on what I ’know’ to be true. And though my very own Superman has saved me… I find myself drawn to Lex Luthor.
I also find myself faced with three missing pieces. The first, thank the stars, has been returned. My beautiful journal. Piece two… a rough edged piece of brick, just large enough to hide piece one behind. Piece three? Well, that is so far beyond complicated! My mind tells me that Christian is that piece. My Superman. My soul whispers the name of a certain rough edged brick. And my heart? Hah. Well, it is still rather undecided. But, with all missing pieces, this one will eventually fall into place. The answer to my heart’s desire is still elusive… but then, that is the price paid for a life less ordinary.
I also find myself faced with three missing pieces. The first, thank the stars, has been returned. My beautiful journal. Piece two… a rough edged piece of brick, just large enough to hide piece one behind. Piece three? Well, that is so far beyond complicated! My mind tells me that Christian is that piece. My Superman. My soul whispers the name of a certain rough edged brick. And my heart? Hah. Well, it is still rather undecided. But, with all missing pieces, this one will eventually fall into place. The answer to my heart’s desire is still elusive… but then, that is the price paid for a life less ordinary.