Wish you were here

Stuff is foaming around in my head like the milk on a cappuccino and it’s so dense I can’t think. There are bubbles popping all over the place, all at the same time, each one a little burst of creativity, but none of them big enough to amount to anything. How do I get a bigger bubble, like the kind you get when you rub soap on your hands, put them together and blow gently through; crystal clear but full of rainbows? I’m sitting here with my hands in my hair rubbing hard at my temples, hoping to make a hole through and let in some light. I wish it was you that was rubbing, gently circling with your fingers, blowing away the foam with your warm breath…I could think again, if you were here.