Where do I begin...

The muse leaves (or I leave her) and nothing comes out...Then one thing changes and everything becomes clear again. I am beginning to believe there is no randomness to this. When the words come out they will-"Do What Thou Wilt, That Shall Be The Whole Of The Law"-

Crazy days of sights and sounds. Colors once again scream with sound. Words get lost in lightning flashes of reds, blues, blacks...

Is this what insanity feels like...or is it just my Gift continuing to manifest?...

So goes the war...