Not worth a damn

Let me tell you exactly how I feel.

Let's imagine you have bought a box of a brand new puzzle. You twist and look at every piece, once, twice and all over again. Once the puzzle is done you realize there is one extra piece. It does not fit here, or anywhere. All your puzzles have all the pieces. Maybe somewhere out in the world there is a puzzle missing it's piece. So you put this one piece aside, you tell stories to all your friends how you have this extra piece, useless piece. You laugh how somebody will have one missing. And then once you are done, you twist it one more time before you throw it out for good. It is a trash to you. And let's be honest it is a trash to everybody else too. Just a funny story to forget after a while. I feel like piece that was never meant to find my puzzle. Just a piece of trash, not worth a damn.

Until next

On a magical night I twined and interwined all the flowers wild. I chanted to myself, for love, for home, for someone who would be like wise me. I threw it on a magic oak. What was done, was done.

And when the wind blew it changed his ways. It made me light and swept me away. My half closed eyes could finally see the end of darkness. 

For the love was right beside me, even when I could not see it. For the home was right here, it was built by my own hands.

And for all that comes next, well darling, I will hush for now. How it comes or goes I do not know, but I am curious indeed...