Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Sometimes I have this insane thirst to be creative, and it's like lighting oil on fire. It's intense and it moves fast, too fast to control, and then it just kinda sits there irritatingly, burning and burning. Like right now. I'm so restless. I want to explode into music or drawing or running or photoshopping or writing or even recreating my Facebook pic and info because that is a form of self-expression, a self-portrait of sorts. But my attention jumps like a spark from one thing to the next and I rarely focus long enough to expend this creative energy and eventually I give up and I try to clear my mind and sleep - my frantic thoughts stop, if not my dreams.