Ideas

A jolt of electricity runs through my body, the feeling of a petite seizure.

The thought of doing whatever I please engulfs me,

as if I'm limitless if I put my mind to it.

My imagination runs wild,

nothing can oppress it,

nothing can contain it,

it boils over rapidly,

the ooze gathers to form gel like tentacles, each having infinite ideas running through them like rush hour in a highly populated city.

The fact that I can make these ideas that soar within my mind a reality makes me eager day by day to wake up

and live.

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