My head is teeming with ideas. I want to write. But I am
feeling so scatter brained! It is as if thoughts are running full tilt and then
silent bursting out half way through execution, their essence scattering all
over my skull… neither completely disintegrating nor completing forming. Being in
that in between state as it is… lingering... lingering in my memory like a favourite
song, now forgotten. Even as these ideas vaguely hum in my brain, I am trying
to give them form and substance and all that happens is my hand lifts itself
with enthusiasm, but not knowing what to do, simply falls back. My fingers that
were curled tightly around a pen, now loosen and seem to lose focus. They are
still curled, but the pen has fallen, and its ink seems to flow away like a
water from a glass… staining the table uselessly instead of forming beautiful and
intricate penmanship of my thoughts that had once been ready to hurl itself
wondrously though my fingers.
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