I want to write, now.
But my mind is lost in a sea of thoughts, rolling like waves on a windy afternoon, making me dizzy.
The ideas in my head blow like a wind, taking me high up to the mountains, giving me hopes of creating masterpieces yet leaving me shattered on the ground like small pieces of broken glass.
I find myself now like a dry coconut husk, floating on the ocean, light and empty, following the waves and ending up on the shore, with nothing or no one.
I’d love to hear from you!