The weight of an idea-laden mind

i'm going to forsake proper punctuation and capitalization on this one, forgive me dear readers. sometimes i'm so busy looking for inspiration and new concepts in so many places in so many ways from so many angles at every waking second of the day, my mind feels heavy. heavy enough to pull my eyelids down and just have a few seconds of dark and then i see the light-burned impressions that remain on my retinas and think, how would that look?

i love being a creative entity, it is very enjoyable and i get a charge out of it, but i feel like i have a hat made of a car battery balanced perfectly on my head, no risk of falling but i know it's there from the impressions left behind.

i like to laugh at the flow of ideas that collide sometimes, and other times the collisions make just a big blurry mess. like mixing paint, it turns neutral.

i have begun to play drums again as an alternate method that leaves no trail, but the sore finger joints for the next two hours or so. that is great fun ... as is thinking of new stuff, inventing, revolutionizing paradigms, having people react to the result of the thoughts.

i wish, conversely i could make layouts of sounds and light, a futuristic multidimensional conglomeration that i could very well do, but have neither the materials or the warehouse space. that's why the ideas get filed in the array of cubbyboxes in my mind.

i love making something from nothing and watching others enjoy, profit, succeed, challenge, shrug, comment, purchase, touch, get tears in their eyes, make associations with the idea that has made its way down my arm and onto the medium.

my intangible synapse-clotting goodness continues to flow ceaselessly like the mighty niagra falls, roar, splash, foam, then gentle bubbles moving along.

hmmm, ok, look at those bubbles, i wonder if i could...