speaking through my pen...

It is impossible to explain... the sense of fulfillment you get when you put your thoughts into writing...

It is an experience that can't be described by words. It is like a melody passing swiftly through you, speaking through a pen. 

A magical feeling that can't be explained like a storm coming out from nowhere, like a blossoming flower, like our transient existence...

I just know that when it happens... it seems I am under a spell... an inspiration...

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