Forgetting To Breathe

I read, write, draw, compose;spread it as thin as you would like, and during all of this, the thinking-engine in my head continues turning the cogs.

During my sleep the gears grind and the turbines howl, concocting my next creation. Sometimes the ideas are so grand and numerous that I simply forget to breathe.

In the midst of my suffocation I conjure at least one more concept, then, when gasping for the missed air, the engine cranks again, and a new project is born.

I like it here.