Sometimes thoughts are like puzzle pieces cut from different molds

Varying heights sticking out from incongruent connections

Creating a landscape of bumps and grooves

Where lights seeps in and fades.

Feelings are scattered like a tattered tapestry

Interwoven with mismatched fabrics

Colors muddled within the threads

Contrasting a lack of cohesion with overzealous amalgamation. 

Notes crowd the spaces in between

Dissonant chords unified only in their aversion to harmony

Establishing an economy of fickle foundations

Bracing themselves for deconstruction.