The unexpected

I hit writer's block last week. It was a miserable week. The feeling of emptiness, hollowness, sadness, and of being caged. Somehow it evaporated last night while listening to Stabbing Westward, which somehow became inspiration of some sort. I am not sure how it happened. I just wanted to hear a song. Now the words are pouring out of me. I have a purse full of sticky notes from jotting down random thoughts throughout the day. Weird and silly how inspiration can come to you. I am definitely not complaining. Whatever works, let it work!