The mind meanders through a maze of thoughts, yearning to hear a call from one, who has a tale to tell, but, ends up broken hearted, as they are all mum. Mere thoughts, are what they are. They simply come and go of their own free will. But, they create a web so dense, it weighs me down, torturing me no end!
Wonder, where these thoughts really come from! They creep in silently, find a cosy place and make a dwelling -- some of them do! And, some find their way in and out, but leave an imprint, nonetheless. "We were here! And, we, too, have a hand in changing your vision of the world!" they seem to proclaim.
But, what good are these thoughts, when none comes to my rescue? As I try to come up with something to write about, my mind hits the wall! It has gotten itself safely out of the maze, but, with empty hands! The thoughts had nothing to share, no story to weave around. Not even an opinion for my hungry mind!
I leave with a heavy heart; crestfallen and helpless at being abandoned by my thoughts, who claim to be my friends in times of need. There is nothing to write about, nothing to share, to express, to argue about. But, I will wait for tomorrow. For, tomorrow will be a new day and it will bring with it new ideas, and new thoughts, as well, which will sure bring me back from the brink of despair that I feel today.