My creative thoughts always feel slightly disconnected from earth. I try and bring them down, make them real, but I can’t really gather them. I try and touch them but they’re made of bounce or whimsy or cartoon. There is a candy film between myself and Them. I can only conclude that thoughts are a bunch of multi-colored helium balloons, colorful and filled with air and tied to a chair at a kid’s birthday party. They will wilt by morning. They will not fit in the trash.