Misfit.

I look around and think “I will fit.” But will I be a perfect piece to complete the puzzle?   Will I be the one piece that will make a difference? I breathe in confusion.   What if I don’t fit here? What if I bring down the puzzle altogether?   I snuggle myself in the spaces found, but I am not warmed.   I find my mind freezing , to the point where I think I don’t belong in this world.   My mind squirms to corners of warmth to get more frostbitten.   I breathe cold exhaustion and … Continue reading Misfit.