When you wake up and write for hours and cannot take a bathroom break, you’re on a high.

It’s so great you want to dance in your nightdress and so you do.

It’s as intoxicating as being kissed by the guy you’ve been crushing on in the rain, just outside your house.

It’s like,

It’s like,

It’s like heaven in fall

Clouds and rain,

Laughter and bliss,

Love and kisses,

It’s what it feels like to be inspired and you go with the flow until something like spell check, boredom or a blackout bursts your bubble. But one thing is certain,just like that kiss, that taste of freedom, it never leaves you.