Its funny, How life is just one big puzzle, How we all connect in one big circle, one long chain, of lies, deception, envy; and hate. My patience is not the best, my heart has been testd' The ties that bind, are the same one that blind, the complexity of mentality I am in when I am around you can be only defined as Pi because it takes 3.14....... * seconds to go from zero to one hundred, Ideas fly past me, thoughts harrass me, as I try to set my mind free... yet there is always remnants of another, under.. on the cover.. perfumed pillows... sillhouetts of you and her dance in my head as my brain goes near the edge, one step foward, two steps back.. i challenge my mind, not to manifest all that seems to test my san-i-ty, Vanity.. the vanity of my reputation; to be a good woman.. not a hot head... but wooooooooooo! I was abou to loose my mind.. the pieces continue to appear, I continue making my puzzle... Trying to see what the picture looks like, when carefully put together, and everything in its place. Will it be a masterpice, not like van gough.. where all the lines showing the depression, that connects you to me, to the outside world (the she's) becomes apparent. But the kind of masterpiece like Michaelangelo painted in the Sistine chapel in Rome, the kind of picture that is most beautuful when all the pieces are put in the right place, You beside me, expressions of happiness and love. A beautiful piece of art, when you create something so beautiful, so pure and monumental... because it was no easy task; bringing the pieces together.