Fragments of ideas float around my brain as I tirelessly try to fit them together. With so many words in my head, I‘m always afraid of writing them down improperly. Or forgetting them in the first place. I cannot seem to write fast enough because somehow a thought always gets lost. So frustrating.
But then I stop and think, and I realize that the amount of such happiness causes this result. The frustration melts and slides away, because I know I just love to feel this way. And it‘s such a huge and deep-feeling that I can‘t find the right words to describe it, and write them down. I just can‘t. Atleast not now.
Therefore, I wish you could be under my skin, to feel the endless deep-feeling that is trapping me right now. I wish you could get into a into a ship, compact it, and get into my mind to explore the fragments of ideas that float around my brain. So you could stop asking yourself what the fuck I‘m talking about.
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