Puzzle Pieces

Here I lay, I feel alone. The solitude is permeated by the pitter-patter of the rain. I wish I was elsewhere, I wish I was nowhere. I feel a hole in my heart, a burden that weighs on me. I try fill the void with thoughts of you but they do not fit, like an out of place puzzle piece. No matter how I try twist or turn them, it refuses to conform.

I stare at my reflection giving the illusion of self. A double similar in every way, but nothing like me. I inspect the person looking at me, the reflection does the same back. I see a revelation run across the face of the echo, the same realization hits me simultaneously. The hole was not meant for you, but for me. The puzzle piece does not fit because it does not belong.  The loneliness subsides as I recognize I am the key to my own happiness.

Photographer: Nafi Ahmed
Model: Margarita