Some days feel like floating, like you're slightly detached from your body regardless of task. There's something inside you, inside your head and your heart, sometimes mercurial sorts of ideas, feelings, perceptions, rolling around in an indistinct swirl, a multicoloured cloud. You're floating, and it's floating inside of you, and there's a feeling of needing it to sublimate into something, condense, rain, solidify.

It's gathering, it's what your brain does, what your heart does. At some point it will emerge, but these first stages where it's just pushing at your insides, without real form, without real logic, are uncomfortable.

It causes a restlessness, there's energy behind it all that wants to come out, but doesn't know how yet, or in what way. Not good enough to scream, a walk just tires you but might be helpful.

You need to make something, you need to create a form of some sort. Doesn't matter what. The energy needs to know it's being taken seriously, you're listening for it to tell you what it wants to be.

You can't escape it. You shouldn't try. You need to let it live, be what it wants to be.