passing the time

I'm having some sort of diarrheic thinking spree right now, but the thoughts are flying out like....yeah, like the Beatles song...thoughts are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away....

You know how your mind and chest want to just merge and form this concrete idea, but you just can't seem to actually verbalize the said idea? But the idea already exists? It's just caged into this limbo of noncommunicable ideas that are in danger of vaporizing into nonexistence? But you just want to hold on to it, because you know your life will change if you can just immortalize it using language?

Congratulations to me! I just passed the time! I am hopeless.