I hate when my mind is like this…
It is a strange and uncanny state of being.
It is like my mind wants to be creative and brilliant, for no reason, but it lacks inspiration, and only thinks ordinary thoughts. Except that it is self conscious of its lack of brilliance, and of its capacity for inspiration. Yet, it cannot make sparks.
Imagine a perfectly formed campfire, pre-flame. The Perfect logs, arranged just so, around a small kindling log cabin, with hyper-dry and flammable tinder. Yet, your Sparker won’t spark, your matches won’t ignite, your lighters are out of fuel. In short, You are perfectly ready to burn if you could simply spark!
I shall leave you with this thought from Howl, by Allen Ginsberg: