Time

The pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Made by its creator, all fragments fit perfectly and without fracture. One missing piece, right in the center. The confusion and frustration that passes through one's body when incapable of completing the picture, it's.. Indescribable. Let's imagine there was a blank puzzle. It wasn't the picture you had to focus on, but rather- the shape. The logistics and inner workings if the puzzle's mechanisms. They're lying to you. It's the idea of the puzzle, not the actual object in itself. It's the entirety of your being, your effort and attention appointed to one thing for a set amount of time. Until you get bored. Now, there isn't always time for puzzles. We all run out of time.