pieces...

confusion as always

i think im having a heart attack

senecas appear out of nowhere and so does that smile i know and love

both have been missing for so long

quiet 

unhappiness

confusion

there you are

where am i

did we disappear

where did we go

two places not too far from one another

brooklyn

it steals your soul and gives it back one small piece at a time

you are almost whole again and i am barely recognizable

pratt will do the same thing to a person

but 'i go to art school so i am supposed to be like this'

its not an excuse anymore

but

no excuses

its over 

im in pieces

small pieces that even the best of super glues can't fix

a jigsaw puzzle with millions of pieces

my mom likes puzzles

but i can't ask for her help 

she won't leave the kitchen table until the puzzle is whole again

thats not what i want

not what i need

i need space

time

space

time

i need some sanity

where do they sell that

brooklyn

maybe i can find it cheaper on the internet

but even then the shipping will cost an arm and a leg