There are moments that a thought, a word, a phrase, or a sentence would suddenly flicker in the darkness, too faint that you strain your eyes to take a closer look, turn an ear to catch a sound perhaps, or stretch the expanse of your imagination to grasp what it could be all about.
Then there are a few blessed instances after these moments when inspiration graces you with favor and that thought, that word, that phrase, or even that sentence becomes a poem, a song, a story. They are usually split second bursts of creativity, forming ripples such as those we see in the pond-- they soon lose definition.
Yet there are many moments when you get stuck. You're stuck with this thought, this word, this phrase, or that sentence. You have everything and nothing to say or write about it. You are rendered lost for words but your pen is ready. You're stuck, paralyzed, isolated in that world inside your head with your thoughts, your words, and your phrases!
So. I. Dream.
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