Rudderless

A torrent of thoughts swirls in my mind, I channel them through the tip of my quill and tether them on a sheaf of papers. There’s a plateau in my heart, sizzling hot like bacon on a skillet where a scoop of ice-cream melts like the sweat of my brow shimmering like the mirage in a hostile desert. Like the vast expanse of an arid land swept by the wild winds and overrun by tumbleweeds, My spirit wanders the realm of subconscious with an unrelenting query that it yearns in vain to grasp.