I don't understand how one minute my brain is spitting out words all fitting together magically, but the next my head is a hurricane, picking up random words and throwing them every which way. Nothing makes sense in my hurricane. Each word swirls around my head begging to be used, but not making any sense anywhere. Still I use him, incorrectly.

My brain buzzes with inactivity yet, when I try to use it, it stops. It's a game of 'Catch me when you can.' I have only ever lost this game. Inspiration strikes like this too. One minute in a day, I can write anything I've ever wanted. This works for one minute though, not enough time. Just one more minute, I plead. Inspiration can't be talked to, it's a one way conversation.

My words are each like pieces in a puzzle, one moment I can see the picture, the next I am blind. Each word taunting me with misunderstanding and false pretenses. Each piece has only one match, and way too many to choose from.