Like pieces of puzzle we travel around the world trying to find the right shape to fusion with, but our shapes are strange, as often as not when a piece can tie in with an other, this one cannot do the same...in other cases the right piece come lost during the time, ripped by an other puzzle fragment...in the last case it simply goes away and the connection is lost
Little by little, delusion by delusion, the edges of the poor puzzle piece becomes more and more wasted, and the sadness involve his journey, blocking off his gears...forcing him to crawl in his short breath under the lizard's piss.