Words.  Trampling each other as they battle to reach the focus of my thoughts, the dance of my tongue, the grace of my fingers.  Ideas that spring forth like flowers after sprinkling of summer rains.   The struggle to conceive beauty, intelligence, and adventure as one.
  Colors splash forth, illuminated by brilliant rays of light.  Music ricochets from every soft tendril of wind, every sapphire wave caressing the shore.  
  No detail disregarded.  One breath, and the whole world is absorbed into my soul.  Eyes flutter shut, and darkness is nudged aside by remembrance.  Recollection of everything magnificent.  I gather, I ponder.
  Erupt, Creativity.