All of a sudden, its a burst

All of a sudden bursting with the explosive sensation of a "mass" inspiration. I feel like I cannot breath, but have to find a solitude location, and hide and write and write and write. Perhaps the balcony will proof an excellent location. I sit here, feeling a bit, frightened and lost. The surge of power and force crushing itself into me, burrying my soul into the depth of it and taking me over, like possessing me. It does possess me. It includes me and possesses me. It takes me somewhere I've never been, somewhere no one has been.

I've recently started spitting out the string of a long story. A parallel universe of my existence, a runaway location, a renegade world. It has been discovered, the portway opened, my heart ache with absolute fear... It is the depth of me. The soul of me. The abyss of me. The emptiness of me. The fullness of me. It is me in full raw flesh, exposed in its entirity, exposed to be touched, fundled, cuddles, reformed. Exposed to the very veins of it, the very nerves, the very bloody lines below the cut aside skin.

Sometimes I feel, when the story ends, I end, when the story carries, I carry. The story is me, and I am the story, and now we are facing the world, unsheltered by anything. All exposed to people's examination. The pressure is high, and the sensations overbearing. A cup of wine well drinken... an future well saluted... an inner revolution begun.