you are the only puzzle. you are worth

I was writing about the night, about how it divides us. And now it is here, a clean cut, and you've got to find your fire, or fall to shadow.

And, these moments—this moment—it is, and always has been, mine. Because I know so well (and I won't swear, because I have pledged not to swear this week) this is what life gives us, the puzzle, so out of focus, but shining just enough, that little streak between, that divides us.

You can wait for answers, think there's safety in the blackness, or you can brave it, take enough, to die within it, in absolute wholeness.

You can find the new perspective, the one you don't want to look for.

You can know your wounds, the ones you press to page, to distance.

You can try. you can live. you can fail. you can be.

Right here, absolutely in flames, trying really hard not to swear, in honouring the pledge, but life wills you to swear for it, for it is worth just that little much.