Thursday, January 7, 2010

Jigsaw


I never know what I'm doing.

I just pick at the pieces of my puzzle, hoping the final picture I create will be a beautiful masterpiece, instead of a chaotic mess.

I peered at the creations of others and followed their picture, and tried to create a similar replica so that "someday, mine will be that awe-striking."
But somewhere along the way, I started filtering my own pieces, mixing and matching, hoping to create the final picture that depicted a harmonious mosaic.

And I still don't know if the pieces I choose are the befitting ones, or the ones that will ultimately leave a flawed spot in the finished product.


So here's to the uncertainty of it all.
May my puzzle turn out beautiful.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Today

I am inarticulate.