Things I didn’t know I knew

I have different types of inspiration. There is the "Cambrian Explosion" variation, where I have an idea that I have been tossing around in my head for awhile, sometimes hours, or days, even weeks. Then all of a sudden, bada bada bing, and it all comes together and clicks into place! And then there are the words driven by a passion fueled by either pain or rage, more thrown onto the paper that written. Then there are the prompts, or challenges, (such as these), or a response to some one who has impacted me; these I put conscious thought into. Ultimately though, the first thought that comes to mind when I think of the word, "inspiration" is the writing that flows, unchecked, and usually remains unrevised, unedited; the final draft is almost always the rough draft, and these are the words that are the most amazing and mysterious to me. The words that I didn't know I knew, the knowledge that seems to come from someone that knows me better than I do, the pages I flip back to when i am spent, so that I can read what I have written, because I have no idea what I have no idea what my pen has said.