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Sometimes I get this endless niggling feeling from the top of my head. It starts with an idea, blooming color, playing random thoughts in my head. After a while lines connect dots and form a whole new picture. I want to take my insides and turn them out, but I don’t know how. Ideas crawl under my skin, begging me let them out. I sometimes write them, sing them, paint them, draw them, type them, and I get high off of them when they are at a high point. But they never go away. Tingling music plays in my mind. It’s the chance of a lifetime to put it all on paper. But every time at the right time I come to my senses and my feet feel the ground again. A bad AC compressor is crying; the warm air coming out of the CPU tastes a little bitter with a hint of dust. Cheap candles from the dollar store fill the air, and I look up and see my dream flying away again.
Sometimes I get this endless niggling feeling from the top of my head. It starts with an idea, blooming color, playing random thoughts in my head. After a while lines connect dots and form a whole new picture. I want to take my insides and turn them out, but I don’t know how. Ideas crawl under my skin, begging me let them out. I sometimes write them, sing them, paint them, draw them, type them, and I get high off of them when they are at a high point. But they never go away. Tingling music plays in my mind. It’s the chance of a lifetime to put it all on paper. But every time at the right time I come to my senses and my feet feel the ground again. A bad AC compressor is crying; the warm air coming out of the CPU tastes a little bitter with a hint of dust. Cheap candles from the dollar store fill the air, and I look up and see my dream flying away again. 
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