You wanna know the worst of it?
The good days.
Those days where your life feels as though it's a puzzle finally being solved.
After all, every puzzle gets ripped apart eventually.
The beautiful thing about that? Puzzles can be completed over, and over again.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryWe're all creating different stories that end the same, don't regret yours. Please do not steal or take my work as your own. I would leave to hear feedback!
