phrase, rephrase, write, rewrite,

It's surprising- 

                        - yet not so, when you get a light tap, nudging you gently to the ether of your murky mind.

Whispers of muttered thoughts, passed by feelings, rolling around the cages of your mind, striking chord over chords in your cerebrum. 

It's startling-

                        - hours later, it comes as a pat on the head, a playful shove in the playground of the webs in the cobwebbed parts of your brain. It's pressed down stamps of wound up maybes, phrases strung and left to dry on the strings of your edgy sanity

It's shocking-

                        - again, you're here. Writing words that you've had in your mind, phrases you've kept inside. Releasing the jumbled up lines tangled in the cortex of your mind, unleashing the eloquent mess, finding solace in the chaos that you alone generate.

It's another random return of sporadic nothingness spurred by a moment of need.