dust

Dust in my eyes, dust in my nose, dust in my ears, dust in my mind, clogging up my thoughts. I stumble through a fog of dust, sneezing, coughing, spluttering, trying to find my way to clarity. Ah sweet clarity! If only I could rest awhile there. If only I could bathe my mind in the bliss of light, clear and true. But the dust seeps in – drifts, drifts, drifting...