We are Siamese children related by the heart.

Tunes in my head: Jigsaw by Marillion
Atmosphere: Depressed

Stolen pieces from my jigsaw.

And now it will never be completed.

Even when the next person comes along with their contribution, it still will not be completed.

How does it feel to know that pieces can be taken away just as easily as they can be put into their correct place?

I'm sure the feeling is common among us.

But will the pieces ever be replaced?

Better yet, they might be returned.

But that's not a realistic option, is it.

The pieces can't be returned to the people who need them.

Instead they get kept in some little drawer on the side of the bed.

"Chewed your heart and spat it out sideways."

For once they were right.

For once the people who don't understand know the right.

And it won't be taken. People know that.

People know that the option is there, but can't understand why he doesn't take it.

And when he is asked, he merely replies "I don't like the feel of abandonment."

"I stick by people until the end. A flawed approach at best, but at least I'm loyal."

"It's better than I can say of others."