Writing in a trance.

What to say....

What to say....hmm...I've been awake for a fortnight. 

My eyes are playing tricks on me. 

This liquid is thick, but I think it can be refined.

Look at all the pretty words, that appear from my hand. 

This is soothing, this is unique, it's like tapping a never ending well of possibilities. Each word births ten more and before I know it, I'm filling a page. To speak now would seem to break the spell, but I am writing to myself. Yet not to me. Funny, how that works. Tee hee. 

Maybe I shouldn't put tee hee down...it sounds so cheap. The glee springs forth within me. Never never have I been able to describe so vividly what I see. Neither the pale moon or the sea of stars have been so beautiful to witness as they are tonight. The marvelous capacity of it all. To unblock this dam within me. It crumbles under the weight of genius. The leaking of a spring soon unleashes a mighty river. My eyes shine at the upheaval- oh eternal spirit! Gods above and below! 

I can now see...These words spring forth w/ more purpose. Descriptions of a world so green. Valleys high and low. The suppleness of youth and the aching of age. Oh how we love, hate, and suffer so. The screeching in the dark, wide eyes, and piercing wings. The howling of beast at bay. Lying in shadows hunting us all, all fur and claws...grinding teeth. These are terrifying yet the sky is vast in it's glorious midnight blue. The cradle of Ishtar where she hides her jewels. 

The echo of the sounds. The curvature and my heavy handedness. What signatures that go by and by. Imperfect precision. Little sparks that capture me in rapturous delight. 

My hands are stained, but it makes no difference. I will continue; until my fingers burn. My hand goes numb from permanent sleep. I've been gifted w/ eternity and I must finish what I've begun.