The need to write

I need to write. Even when I know not what to say.

I need to write. Even when the words seem to fly away

I need to write and make sure to stay
sane.

All the words are flying around, buzzing around, whipping around through my mind, whirling dervishes of imagination and pizzazz. So many jokes and thoughts, curses and semi-understandings, that my head feels like a very-slowly-inflating balloon.

swollen with so many words.

Sometimes I can deflate my head when I sleep. But sometimes, it stays heavy and thick, causing my neck grief and all my pillows to be flattened by the sheer weight of the shit that happens in my happenings. My head, at times, aches with it's own growth.

But I'd rather feel this pain of expanding and learning and discovering than the nothingness of stale ideas.