I didn't know what I had done,
To some extent,I kinda knew what I did,
But I couldn't weave the reason why,
So I knit up the little pieces together,
Perhaps,the puzzle would make me see the picturesque portrait made by the pieces...
The pieces that probably made me up,
The pieces that would make me see how everything holds up and sticks together...
May be I could make sense of the ocean I'm in the middle of , drowning.
I hope fervently that I can touch the hem of the garment of hope,
Perhaps,I would breath with...