30 M4R - #Texas/#Online - Searching for Missing Pieces

We were dull-edged. Pieces that hoped to fit together neatly, without fuss or undue pressure, but they were always slightly off. The hope of clicking made them try again and again to find one (all joy would need is one) that when together would a picture make.

The dreams of fitting in feverish and lonely. Set in dimly lit libraries or beneath a forest canopy, beams of sunlight streaming through like gentle reminders of our smallness.

The failures notched into tree trunks, reminding one of passing ships on foggy night - catching just a glimpse of fateful encounter, tragic or wonderful.

Into the void I cast my message, bottled, corked, hoping that the right person discovers it. Understands it. Sends a message back.