lost pieces

lost pieces

Heaven help those who find me. Turn left at the roundabout, then take the first right, second left, and down to the T, turn right again and keep going. When you see the girl, naked, standing by the side of the road, that’s me. It’s ok, I’m just not sure what I’m doing here, how I got here, or where to go from here. Funny – I can tell you where I am, but not why.

Just a little lost and confused. Amnesiac? Enough already. I want to know the why, how & where. I have bits and pieces, but none of them add up – like having 400 jigsaw pieces, from three different 500 piece jigsaw puzzles.

Life is a jigsaw puzzle. Piece by piece, step by step, day by day…