Feeling plagued with too many ideas that my mind may very explode under the pressure at any moment, stretching, swelling, one pin prick away from a Mount Vesuvius sized eruption, leaving nothing but destruction and rumble in its wake. KABOOM.
Write it down. Just have to sit and be in control of the Niagara Falls, don’t be a barrel, be the dam. (Damnit.)
Breathe, control, breathe. Inhale Pink, Exhale Blue. Inhale zen, Exhale zoo.
Thank you for this gift of creativity, let it not be the death of me. When’d I turn all Dr. Suess-ical? (don’t write it) This ain’t no musical. ((omg you wrote it anyway) nerd)
Okay, just had to get that out. (Inner dialogue included)