somehow it never ceases to amaze me. how it feels when the words are bubbling up inside, volcanic and violent, overpowering and intense.

the ideas and words and inspiration fill me to the brim and i cannot sit still. i fidget and wriggle until i can get to my paper and write, write everything, anything, nothing. As long as i can let it out.

I am boiling over today, with so much, too much. there are more words and ideas in me than i could ever do justice to.

i am not really that good of a writer, but damn, some muse must really like me alot, and i hope it never leaves