inspiration

I wouldn't say this is an actual story.

It's really funny how inspiration comes out of nowhere. You find yourself aching to write, aching to imagine that world; the other world. The one that you have created with your words tangled within it.
With every breeze carrying more words , more life , more images of this world. Expanding it further beyond our understanding. Beyond our normality.
And sometimes you remember those words your pen marked on that scrap of paper that you found that other day, words that seemed to come out of nowhere.
It's a funny thing really, when you desperately want to write something you find that all your inspiration goes away flying off with those fallen autumn leaves and you wonder if you can find your words again, but at times when you are bursting with emotions bursting with life that's when no one can stop those words that are clawing their way out of the tip of your pen till you can't keep up anymore. And it is in these moments that our true nature comes out, us writers we do not write simply because we like it (though I have to admit we do) but we write because we have so much to say about the world around us because our story demands to be written, our words demanding life.