I tried labeling the pieces by numbers, alphabets even to make the job easier- gluing the scattered bits together apart from getting them lost. If i lose them, that would be another different thing, another problem even harder to fix. So no, the pieces need go into an old brown box, one that has been collecting too much dusts over all the years- all the years i've taken to fix this. I picked the pieces each- one by one, and place them gently in the box, and they must all be in the small wooden cuboid before the sun comes up.
When the sun is shining, that's when i drift to slumber land. To unload the weight my bones carry, to allow my flesh unclench from all the hard work and so my mind could untangle itself.. and my heart.. perhaps a stronger glue might help.
