Today I want to run, race and rush.
I’m on the verge of an exhilarating explosion.
My thoughts heave to and fro on coffee.
There’s much more to do than what I’ve done.

I am no longer confined to this desk.
My cubicle feels like a makeshift raft.
Tossing and turning on streaming waves of consciousness.
Tranquility is priceless.

Write, write, write…thoughts pour in like the rain outside.
Seattle in June is like Seattle in January: Wet, windy, cold.
I wish I was somewhere else.
I can be somewhere else.

Ryan Adams on the headphones.
Inspiration seethes.
Next Coldplay.
Tomorrow we conquer all that conquers us.