What if naive, every-day stories aren’t the most relatable?
What if we are meant to go off the beaten path,
beat the shadows, the moon, the sheets?
What if calling for yourself to come out in twilight
is like searching for a piece
when you should have already found the puzzle?
What if my generation unfollowed me,
passed me up for a cheap beer
and some Buzzfeed on the side?
What if I am as guilty as the next
for my wandering mind, childish antics, pressing time?
What if we must find ourselves first
in another to form the puzzle, the title, the peace?
July 15, 2014