As I sat
And wallowed
In my good ol' depression puddle
I felt a lingering need
Bubbling up inside me.

Wanting to surface.
Needing to surface.
Inevitably, well, surfaced.

"Create, create!"
Was all it said.
So I created.
The flowing of my pen
unto the paper
Felt like a dream.

And an endless dream
It would become.

And sometimes, all you need is a push.