The Homebody Socailite

Here I am, feeling completely whole and like thousands of pieces. But I don’t feel like broken glass, I feel like a puzzle.

I’m the same picture, but instead of being a more simple 100 piece puzzle, I shattered into a thousand pieces. Much more complex and difficult to solve, but still the very same picture.

There are more details to be woven together to create me.

I’m more intricate. I grow into an increasingly more difficult puzzle to solve.
I never change, but I never stay the same.