my mind is a poetic jumble
of thoughts
desires
worries
problems
solutions
old loves
new loves
no loves
cash
having enough
not enough
where to get enough
too much work
too much play
boredom
sadness
contentment
sometimes i want to turn it off
sometimes i want to feel empty
sometimes i want to float away
away from all the bombardment
of words
like a helium balloon
going up, up, up
sailing, seeing everything beautiful
taking all the time in the world
remaining empty
and slowly losing that emptiness
starting to deflate
while drifting down, down, down
landing softly -  waiting for the words
to fill me up once again.