A Mind Metaphor

Our exercise at my writing group today was to write a metaphor for your own mind. Some spoke of birds flitting about some mundane, some bright and exotic. Others of the sea rushing in and ebbing out ideas tumbling about like flotsam and jetsam. One of a muddy swap full of dark and dangerous places.

Me... this is what I wrote of my mind.

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Like cotton candy.

Fluffy, sweet,

will it be

something

special?

Perhaps, but it

always melts

much too quickly

on the tongue.

Ohhhh...

but the

exquisite

sugar rush.

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What is the metaphor for your mind and how it works creatively or otherwise?