I'm always gazing. Either in the void, either through you.
This way, I always find pieces of poems. I'm scared, I'm always scared to put them together in a "creators puzzle". One day, I was gifted with a bag full of puzzle pieces. Dear God, how beautiful they were. How beautiful they still are! I loved them, I loved them with my being and my soul. I realized that I cannot be greedy with this gift. From that point, sometimes daily, sometimes never, I took the smallest pieces and I turned it into its own puzzle, be it a poem, be it a story. This way, the bag became bottomless, and I still create puzzles, my flame still burns for them. Pieces of the creators puzzle.
Unsplash, Hans Peter Gauster.
