I'm living in a puzzle.
The box lid having just been taken off, and I stare down onto the pieces, some clear, some hidden, and they work together somehow. But I'm just looking at them, smelling the woody pulp, and wondering, all the while knowing it's designed to do so, how in the world I'll make it all fit together and look like something real.
Even the box lid sports no picture to guide.
Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand.
But I know who holds tomorrow and I know who hold my hand
I have been driven many times upon my knees
by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go
-Lincoln
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Praying for you. Love you!
-Mel
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