would it make it any better?

I miss this feeling, it's the one I crave most days of the year, i can breathe and with each new whirlwind of air new thoughts embrace my mind.
I feel swollen with thoughts and creative energy, give me your face i want to make it my master piece.
I can't even contain myself, oh joyous.
I can't put my mind away nor do I wish to do so.

Come paint with me.