Life: an unsolved puzzle

Life- soft chaos in scattered pieces, a quiet ache between what is and what almost was. We gather fragments- of love, of loss, of fleeting moments, trying to fit them into a picture that keeps changing. Some pieces stay missing, like words we never said, like people we couldn't keep. Still- we trace meaning through the gaps, learn to sit with the incomplete, and call it beautiful. Because may be life was never meant to be solved, only felt in its unfinished form.