"I too overflow."

“I too overflow; my desires have invented new desires. My body knows un-heard of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst—burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames…” cixous

I've been working on essays all day. I came across the above passage just now and fell in love with it. The same feeling has rushed over me from time to time. It's a longing to create beauty, to project it out for others to see, to live in it as much as it lives in me...

Anyone know what I mean? Do you too overflow?