I wish the stream would flow steady, or even just a trickle, enough to quench my dry imagination. But it's often a torrent. The stories fill me to overflowing. They drown out my thoughts & leave me treading water. Fountains of words & images bursting & bubbling up. Visions of doorways to other worlds.
I'm left pulling myself on mud soaked banks to cough up a confusing mess of half formed sentences, gasping to rid myself of the times still filling me dragging back into the torrent
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