What words of what worlds?

You can always completely tell when a writer is fascinated with something because they write about it over and over, seemingly repeating the same thing, as if they are trying write whatever it is they are thinking out of them. It is such a frustrating process to be utterly hooked on an idea, a passing fascination that wont go away. For me I have an attraction to making thoughts tangible in my mind. Every idea or ideal has to become a tangible substance in my mind in order for it to be processed, to be picked apart and written in imagery. I need the image to create the imagery. I am fixated on time for example. I can not make time tangible. And because I can not make it tangible in my mind I cease to understand it and it allures me and alludes me at every fragment of its being. At one point during this process I was fixated on words. And the word, word. What are words? What levels of what meanings of words make them what they become? In my mind I would put a color to a word to try to make them more relatable but then I became fascinated with the colors and what they meant until the whole process became frustrating and head ache producing. It's all a frustrating circle. Is this a process of writing? What am I meant to get from such thoughts and fascinations? Will I finally work my way out of this and will the end product be one of beautiful use? Or am I just going insane? Silly, being fixated by the processes in her own mind, selfish and praising of what can be her downfall.