Quidkid, SCAdian, nerd, fanbaby.
Needs to change username. Or make a list of absolutely everything on this account and start fresh. Hey - that could work.
The PuzzleIn the eight-minute-old lightThe Puzzle by NightHauntaChika
of our local cosmic furnace,
people see me.
I am laid out on a gurney,
my body mangled as they all dissect me.
From their scalpels trickle droplets of memory.
Their slides reveal puzzle pieces -
shards of me.
They see only those pieces,
those miniscule shavings ...
and think that it is me.
They do not complete the puzzle.
They see me as one piece:
perhaps they see a bibliophile,
an artist, a student,
perhaps a confused little girl.
Maybe they see what I wish to forget,
or maybe they see a fantasy.
That is all they see, a fragment of a whole.
And that is how I am judged:
by an army of people
blind to the puzzle of humanity,
of how to piece together
a little girl's soul.