It is powerful,
It is growing,
It is tangible,
It wants to escape.
Words fight with colours,
Sights blend with sounds,
Flashing and pulsing,
They need to get out.
It swells in your heart,
It courses your veins,
It floods through your brain,
It needs a release.
Music shifts to patterns,
Dreams change to lights,
Shapes become energy,
Ideas start to form.
It roars in your ears
It pulses inside,
It overwhelms everything,
It takes control.
The brightness unites.
Thoughts become words,
You write the first letter.
It is free.
Just getting some words out to release a choking ball of creative energy and inspiration that's currently overwhelming me.
