Pieces

Painting thoughts onto a surface

With a brush too wide
And bristles too intricate.

Words combined to string along

Something too raw to process
But long overdue.

Overcome with overlapping pieces of
Me,
Waiting to breathe a complete
Presence,
In the absence of a pause

Heavily impossible
Unprecedentedly unreal.

The pieces of this puzzle
Reveal things, all too different
Yet, telling the same story.

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