Puzzles


(Tortoise)

Sometimes you think it fits, and it takes some time before you notice that it doesn't. Sometimes you hope it fits so badly because it makes so much sense, but you know deep down it's the wrong piece. 


Sometimes you overlook a piece but turns out it's the one you've been looking for all along. 



Sometimes you don't understand where it belongs and you wonder whether it is a manufacturing mistake, but then you realise you've been looking at it the wrong way, upside down, too close or too far. 


Sometimes you think you lost a piece but find it still in the box days later. 


I get lost in puzzles and I love that feeling of being in the zone where nothing else matters (except if there's an earthquake, it would mess up my puzzle). I don't notice my phone ringing or care about being hungry. Working on a puzzle reminds me of the scenes in Criminal Minds where all the agents huddle in the office, trying to solve a case, but here it's just me and I don't have a gun. 


When I'm older, I'm going to form a puzzle club where we get together for pizzas and solve puzzles.  

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