I am scattered human being,
with fragments of emotions
that fall and scar at unexpected moments.

I am difficult to deal with,
trust me I know.
One minute I am on a high
the next I'm mumbling nonsense while
scrapping pieces of paper
searching for the one piece that holds all the answers.

Our house is a heap of half written words
and letter to myself
each a note of remembrance
of a thought that I once had -

I know I cradle this paper-mess
like they were a child that grew within me,
in a way they were
they are my creations, my imagery.

I forget the simplest things
like today was my day to clean
or that tomorrow we are supposed to go to dinner
but I am so lost in my thought-process.

Please don't be disheartened
by my chaos-mess
or how I seem to care little,
because I write all these for you.

With each waking word
these are fragments of my soul
my innermost thoughts
and my deepest love for you.

So I am sorry that I seem distracted
but I am so full of love,
that I wish the world understood
how you are the most perfect God-creature
that has ever lived.