I had ideas. Lots of ideas. Ideas came. Ideas went. Ideas mingled. Ideas lingered. Ideas gone. It’s been a year of ideas. Ideas happy. Ideas mad. Ideas sad. Ideas wild. Ideas deep. Ideas meaningless. But then, it’s a matter of perspective. Who’s to judge an idea? Ideas don’t care. Ideas jump. Ideas hide. Ideas flutter. Ideas stride. No one can stop ideas.

Ideas can be like dreams, unexpected, sometimes surreal, but they come from somewhere. They don’t just materialise out of thin air. There’s a spark somewhere, some time, that starts a chain reaction of ideas. Ideas spark. Ideas spread. Ideas explode. Ideas smoke. Ideas fade.

Ideas are also like feelings. They sprout from events. They branch into foliage. They bloom and blossom. Ideas have colours. Ideas have tones. Ideas have hues. Ideas make tunes. Ideas invade fertile spaces. Ideas colonise. Ideas rise. Ideas fall.

Ideas can also be like waves. They spread. They peak. They stretch. They shrink. They race in high frequencies, or die stood still. Ideas crash on a rocky shore. They carve stones. Ideas move sand. They shape the scene. They dig what’s soft, and break what’s hard.

Ideas are currents that spike. They shock.  They cleanse. Ideas draw new lines on smooth surfaces. They scorch new boundaries, rewrite old boundaries, remove all boundaries. Ideas create a new Frankenstein.

This was just one idea. But where is it going? I don’t know. Ideas don’t know. Ideas don’t plan. They don’t see, hear or smell. They only touch, teasingly. They let me think they can be big, but then, poof! They disappear,  and I’m left with a hint, a clue, a legacy smile that could have been part of a beautiful idea. That. Is. Now. Gone!

What ideas have you caught yourself recently?