A million words are running in my brain, and do you think I can string together any of them to form a coherent thought? No. Not a chance. I am confident that I am on the verge of penning another poem or two that I will be proud of. I just have to wait for the exact moment in which to write. I'll know it when it shows up. I have had this before. My best work (not saying it's good, just that it's the best I got) has been those writings that flow very quickly out of my fingertips, and require very little, if any, editing. Unfortunately, those moments happen either when I am in the shower (and have to mad scramble out and head for my nearest writing device) or at 3 in the morning (when I scramble for nothing and promptly forget the brilliant words). Such is my lot. It's coming again. I can feel it. Now I need to decide if I want to shower or sleep. Judging by the time, I will sleep. See you at 3am, words. And I'll forget you by 3:07.