Reading through my notes realization smacks me in the face,
it is riddled with contradictions
A messy mind set loose on a screen,
on paper and all around
I don’t even care anymore if what I write or say makes any sense, when in the mind’s eye it all arranges perfectly,
no matter how it’s bent.

And maybe I write all this for dramatic effect,
that although I’m as confused as a horse on a balcony,
puffing to release the pent up breath in me
trying to make sense of all the cacophony,
knowing full well the feelings that still remain,
sentiments that will never change.

Hoping you read this one day,
to sway you
convince you
any of you
that confusion discourages at times,
it's hard to let what's inside flourish
hoping your path crosses my way

-A. Garcia