The world is busy with everyone moving and leaving pieces of them behind, forgetting who they are and not caring enough to go back and put themselves back together.
Here lies a piece of happiness, left behind by a working woman in a business suit. Her kids are at home with a babysitter, she can’t shake the image of them lying in their beds as she whispered in their ears, “I’ll be home soon”, while knowing she would miss them going to bed later that night.
In the middle of the street lies a piece of a man’s courage as he continues down the same road despite his dream of becoming a writer. His parents give his this job and leaving the family business would mean losing his father’s respect and his mother’s love.
Floating in a puddle and descending towards a storm drain is a child’s creativity. He is growing older and playing with his younger sister and her dolls is no longer acceptable. His father picked out action figures from the toy store, all while his son stared into the aisle with princess dresses and barbie dolls.
Their missing pieces drop one by one as they walk down the street. I watch them begin to lose themselves and while they’re not looking, I pick them up. Maybe one day they will want these pieces back. The pieces that would complete them and give them the life they wish to have, the one that makes them whole.