Nameless nothings dance around to the rhythm of the night, closer and closer still to the moment they unite and the spark of an idea is born. An idea, newborn, exciting, bursting with promise and life, keeping you up all night.
And thus the journey begins, planning and building, not sleeping but dreaming, just one more pillar, just one more brick, turning every corner around until all the pieces click.
But every time your brain finally finds some peace and quiet, you notice those pages from the corner of your eye, longing to be read. So you reach for the manuscript and let it fill you with an idea born to someone else, full of darkness and light, keeping you up all night.
And thus your making begins, growing you and building, enchanting and healing, just one more pillar, just one more brick, turning every corner around until all the pieces click.
Mitriel Faywood 