Squeezed dry

A blank slate of paper

Jumbled thoughts, darting around the corners

Pelted on the ground, vaulting into the empyrean

Sprawling across the surfaces

The pen tip almost reaches for them -

The infinite teasing and taunting

The promising glow

The brazen possibilities

all evanesce into thin air

once the tip touches them.

A smudged botch of rumination.