For days my world seemed empty, br as the words had flown br never it seemed to return. br Then I woke up this morning br and they were back again. br As if by magic, br my pen did not want to stop writing again. br The words are flowing again br like water from a full open tap, br so fast sometimes br that I can barely get them down on paper br before the next lot come around. br Where they being stored for just this certain day? br I do not care for the answer br only that they are back again br and my pen is overflowing br once more with new ideas. br All I can do is hope they will not go away again, br at least for a little while.