A tinge touched

Alittle bit of mania couldnt hurt anybody? Or could it!


I am unable to sit fixed to anything. I love it when she takes over. She=manicly me. The wind blowing through my head, the ocean is calling. 


My mind is here: Yesterday I was online for hours, scoping houses to buy. I had an idea, a very good idea, I was in the way of 'im opening a residence for addicts that have no where else to go" Hours tapping my fingers, my eyes gifted to intense concentration on my idea. I did all the maths in my head, prices, how many to a room, costs... AND then switch my mind is elsewhere. "Maybe I should concentrate on my exhibition" same thing , focused , rapid rapid thoughts and ideas. This image that image a new image AND bang next thought "perhaps I should start a Visual diary" I can plaster pictures odf my youth carefully designed to emphasize my feeling, a picture of who I am and where Im at AND zapped into a new idea "a book, write a book thats a phenomenal idea" ..... 


I love these moods, I embrace myself when my mind works like this, a new spark in my eye at each blink. Chattering teeth as my soundtrack, agitated knee dancing to my thoughts. Im in the kitchen and the bedroom simultaneously. Im researching projects, formulas, ideas, gifts AND halt, 


Shit man Im not actually doing anything! Im manic. I like it but how can I like it if I cant contain any ideas. Choose one stick to it. My project now, my bellowing idea is to choose just one and stick to it. My plan is to go forth into the room and start my coloring in book of visual madness AND already my trail of thought is a new blog of image bank.


Take this mania and let it fill me, though when it runs through me let me learn to keep it useful. Submerge
creatively. (if only I had a studio right now) AND flash there we go again.


Im going to take a drive in to these winds and clear my thoughts by racing past them.