Out with the old, in with the new

This puzzle has now become a metaphor of my life.

Organizing movement.

Categorizing by color.

Trial and error.

I see puzzle pieces everywhere.

In the sky,

while driving.

At night before i slowly drift into sleep.

I feel as though this puzzle,

this massive attempt,

at solving something laid out before me,

is exactly where i am meant to be.

This is what is happening now,

and until it is done,

it has become a chapter.

3,000 pieces,

of something I never before have enjoyed.

Now I cannot find myself moving on,

until piece by piece

it all comes together.