Scattered

20 minutes to 12. Guess i should sleep soon. But a nudge, an urge to drop something here before i crawl up to bed.

When your mind has wandered faraway.
And your heart has gone the opposite way.
Your hands are neither here or there.
Internal isolation.
Partition within.

If growth is for the better,
why do i feel that i was a better man yesterday?

Pieces of me scattered.
I need to assemble. The toughest puzzle i ever have to deal with.