For my sister

Imagine if you will a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. 

That puzzle is me. Made up of all different pieces.

Black, gray, burgundy, red, purple and azure. Shadows. 

Imagine if you will that this puzzle has been put together. Slowly, over time.

Pieces being placed to create the whole.

But there were some pieces missing. Right in the center. In the heart of the puzzle.

For years the puzzle lay incomplete. What is a puzzle with missing pieces? Worthless.

But then you came into my life.

Black, gray, burgundy, red, purple an azure. Shadows. 

And the pieces fit. 

The puzzle is complete.

Now it's not worthless any more.

It's not perfect, over the years a lot of the original pieces got scuffed, dirty and damaged, but there's no longer a big hole in the center.

Now, it can be called art.

Now it can be hung on the wall.

Don't take the pieces away. 

Or the whole thing will crumble and fall.

And be nothing more than fragments on the ground.

xxx Analiise xxx