It runs warm through my veins
And shines a spot in my heart untouched by all the other whims of life
There is an urgency to create yet a timelessness when an idea strikes
The moment of resistance brings an idea to a crashing halt
Perhaps later, not now
And so, many ideas sit on a shelf in my mind and coursing through my veins
Waiting to be picked up and dusted off
Waiting for that moment of magic to strike again and bring it back to life