An Incomplete Puzzle

Something's missing and I don't know what it is. I have this mindset of exactly how I want my life to be: how it was back when I was perpetually happy. I know I'll never get that back, not all of those aspects. Some I'm trying too hard to replace, others can't be replaced.

I still feel something missing. The outline of the puzzle is there, but there's no middle. Rather, it feels like the pieces are all there but they're just grey and it doesn't make a picture--they mean nothing.

That's why the missing piece to my perfect life puzzle must be myself.