Jigsaw Puzzles

It's all a bit I got in at six in the morning. It's all a bit out of tune. It's all a bit jumbled up and nothing quite fits back into place. It's like when you drop a jigsaw puzzle and it's so hard to fit everything back together. It takes time. Listening to Mat Kearney, trying to sort out this puzzly mess in my head. I need to tidy. My room and my brain. File all my thoughts away in appropriate places. At the moment it's as if each thought has been fired from a paintball gun and the sides of my skull. I feel like staying in bed all day long and listening to beautiful music. My head is confused, but not as much as my heart. Amy Kuney's music comes in handy in these situations. One song in particular, the second song of her's I ever heard. Thank you for last night. And not just for what went on for our eyes only, but for stopping me from leaving, stopping me from storming out and probably heading home to self destruct a little more. When I say thank you I mean so much more. I wonder how long it will take to fit my puzzle back together. Perhaps there are a few pieces missing so it can never be corrected fully. But at least I have words today, which makes a change. I've got so many words that I can't decide which order to arrange them in.