A simile, metaphor, and analogy walk into a bar.
Like a sailor, I look to the stars to guide me on my way. I am not above asking the stars to guide my sympathetic heart.
Like a glow stick, I break what I am to brighten.
Dancing a needle around thread, like the body shaped mold I etched out. Too small for myself let alone anyone else.
Like a dresser with no drawers, or a mind with no peace…Everything is floating and nothing has a place.
Like a car with no registration, how are we supposed to find our cosmically drawn location.
Like a simile being mistaken for an analogy…at the end of the day she’s truly a metaphor waiting to be explained.