There are times where I feel so much, but there are no words left to describe what I am feeling.

Its been a while since I am experiencing it.

I could write a story, but don't have the patience for it.

Too much details, and too little energy.

Patience.

Well, it is not like I am making sense now, but then again, since when did I make sense of my thoughts?

Since forever ago, I guess.

Having a monologue about not having enough words to use is definitely weird somehow.

Just how weird, I have no idea.

A bit like the falling star, I think.

Ah, now that I am thinking.

When ideas and images flow through me, I can't write fast enough.

Or to draw them out.

Just experiencing them is enough.

You know, like those 'once-and-your-life-would-never-be-the-same' kind of thing.

It makes me giddy with happiness.

And that's enough.