Absolutely Extraordinary

I'm writing again. Actually writing. Actual full on, free flowing verse accomplished and culminated from the tips of my fingers sent from the inner working turning wheels of my cerebrum. Friggen amazing. I constantly have fluid and beautiful prose-like thoughts formulating in my mind constantly that is just impatiently waiting and wanting to be archived. I'm so in the zone.

I get like this when I write or speak about something I am passionate about. I don't know if you know that that feels like, but in my mind when this great force happens, it's like my own personal high. Just the type I used to get after pouring all I had into a massive essay final midterm in university. The kind of high you get when you know you've put heart into something you're quite so proud of. (a person often knows whether the work they have produced is pure crap and better than that) Kind of like that. It's that elated and sweetly flavored endorphined filled rising good kind of airy feeling in the brain. Like when you're soaking in the tub after a long cold day and you close your eyes for your brain to recharge and you feel everything that's been pushing and pulling at you begin to roll away like the reverse of when rain clouds set in.

I have already written 3 entries that I haven't posted yet because they were just blurbs and thoughts of which need massive refinement. But I needed to write them down. It's like when I wake up and a thought pops into my mind that I have to write it down so I don't forget it. You know me, always about refinement and polishing- sadly yes, perfection indeed at its best. But that is me and a part of who I am. But hopefully soon I will have the courage to post them.

But that's not the point, the point is that I'm suddenly filled with inspiration to write better content- about everything, other than mundane, dark and dreary pure crap filled with rudimentary and all too basic vernacular and sucky diction. I'm motivated to actually want to blog about every thought that pops into my head with the utmost of tried spectacular articulation (or what seems to come to the mind easily) that I can fathom or at least a small percentage of that, given that my attention span is quite like that of a goldfish. I get lost in the water. But I always come back. Again as always, it's the little things you have to take the time to fully embrace and enjoy. And that seems to be the only thing I appear to be actually good at. So let's just roll with this lovers.