sunday scribblings. puzzled.
I'm puzzled. Literally. My life is like a puzzle. And I don't mean a small puzzle, but an emormous one with thousands of pieces. My physical body being the main picture, much like the puzzle box cover, a guide to the completion of the whole.
When I pour the pieces of the puzzle out onto the table I see chaos, love, saddness, acheivement. The pieces are laid out all over the place when I let them fall from inside the box onto the surface that I am working with.
Some pieces are specific points in time. This puzzle piece represents one day when I was little, I stepped on red lipstick and didn't realize that I was smearing it through my carpet as I walked around playing pretend. And this puzzle piece, the first time I saw the Exorcist when I was 12, also my first real alcoholic beverage. What do we have here? The piece from the first time I had sex, just out of the age of 15, and the start of a rollercoastered "relationship" from hell. Oh! This piece is from my Pop-pop's 81st and last birthday party. He's smiling and has a party hat on and I have my arm around him with a Less Than Jake shirt on. I remember it so clearly. Haha, here's a puzzle piece from just last night. Lizzy and I were winding down from a party next door. I was wasted from an enormous mixture of beer, gin, and lots of wine and we decided to microwave some thai noodles that I had. I was too drunk to pay attention to the 3 step directions so we laughed so hard at nothing and poured hot sauces into the noodles.
There are countless amount of puzzle pieces in this puzzle. But this is me. My life, a huge puzzle. As far as putting it together, I wouldn't even know where to start. So instead, I'll just let the pieces find their own places.
I'm puzzled. Literally. My life is like a puzzle. And I don't mean a small puzzle, but an emormous one with thousands of pieces. My physical body being the main picture, much like the puzzle box cover, a guide to the completion of the whole.
When I pour the pieces of the puzzle out onto the table I see chaos, love, saddness, acheivement. The pieces are laid out all over the place when I let them fall from inside the box onto the surface that I am working with.
Some pieces are specific points in time. This puzzle piece represents one day when I was little, I stepped on red lipstick and didn't realize that I was smearing it through my carpet as I walked around playing pretend. And this puzzle piece, the first time I saw the Exorcist when I was 12, also my first real alcoholic beverage. What do we have here? The piece from the first time I had sex, just out of the age of 15, and the start of a rollercoastered "relationship" from hell. Oh! This piece is from my Pop-pop's 81st and last birthday party. He's smiling and has a party hat on and I have my arm around him with a Less Than Jake shirt on. I remember it so clearly. Haha, here's a puzzle piece from just last night. Lizzy and I were winding down from a party next door. I was wasted from an enormous mixture of beer, gin, and lots of wine and we decided to microwave some thai noodles that I had. I was too drunk to pay attention to the 3 step directions so we laughed so hard at nothing and poured hot sauces into the noodles.
There are countless amount of puzzle pieces in this puzzle. But this is me. My life, a huge puzzle. As far as putting it together, I wouldn't even know where to start. So instead, I'll just let the pieces find their own places.
posted by donatesomerum at 4:24 PM
2 Comments:
Don't worry. It is like this with most of us. We just learn to unpuzzle ourselves bit by bit.
gautami
Puzzled
I love your puzzle! Isn't that what life is, just a collection of moments that fit together in the fabric of our lives?
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