egg on the brain

The ideas come from you. They lie on the inside and fester like an egg on your brain. You know them; most importantly you love them. To love something is to go out of your way. To love something is to walk a mile when you don't feel like it. And to truely love something, no show is required to stablize it. It is something that relies on nothing but a simple smile or gesture; a simple meeting of the eyes in passing; or a slow steady touch with soft, wet kisses all around. Ideas evolve around the good, the bad, and a mix between. The ideas that matter are only known to you. What follows is the first step. Everything after that; the roadblocks, all the stuff that will inevitably come; will find less placement within the same category as the egg on your/our brain.