I sit there, or lay there, with my eyes shut, thinking of nothing. Forcing no words to be spoken through my inner monologue. There may be some music playing, or chattering of children, but that would be it in the case of sound.
Then, all of a sudden, like a bullet, ideas are shot into my head from some force that I would imagine to be outside.
And after that...I broadcast them in any way I can.
...And that's why the ones I loved thought I could join the circus.
"We don't want you to get plastic surgery! Just put a bag over your head!"
You know, my life is a lot nicer without words analogical to those.