Happiness and Spotless Minds

So I just finished Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's a very interesting movie, I need to watch it again. It definitely deals with many of the things I consider.

I've got that damn Across the Universe soundtrack in my head, no thanks to Albert lol. Happinessssss is a warmmm gunnnn...don't you know that happinesssss is a warm gunnnn...

I'm also dripping with a bunch of other thoughts and emotions. Fears and insecurities. Oh the human condition. What a bubble of contradiction. I don't care if I'm making sense.

I feel like painting something. Like writing something. Like singing something. Like kissing someone. Like running down a hill covered in snow. Like typing till the tips of my fingers bleed. Like thinking about the shape of things.

Reminds me of a Wallace Stevens poem, the progression of thoughts. A poem titled "Gray Room". I know how furiously your heart is beating.

I'm going to start writing, I mean actually writing. With my hands. I want to do more with my hands, I know how funny that sounds. But I mean things like gardening or knitting, I dunno. Actually do something. I deal with thoughts so much. It'd be nice to deal with other things.

The best way to be a writer is to do anything but writing and then write it down no?

Lord its late. I'll simmer down and type some tomorrow. When sleep has removed the passions of thought night brings to being.