“What makes you write?” He said.
“What goes through your mind when those words come out?”
And I’ve been thinking about this all day. I didn’t answer then and I don’t know now… how do you explain a feeling? It’s not thoughts that go through my head. Its a feeling. An outpouring. An overwhelming need to get them out as they’re suffercating me from the inside. I’m too full and like a burst dam they’re spilling out into every emotion from everywhere. How do I explain that in a simple sentence?
So I’ve been quiet about it. Sat here tapping this out on my phone screen I’m still wondering. How do I get across the need to… to… to words?! Ugh… I’ve just let out a sigh, sat here with my music playing into my ears as the news plays on tv telling a story that i just cant hear. At the moment there are words circling inside of me and the music (which they usually dance to), isn’t making them dance. They are spinning, whirling, the start of a whirlwind. This dam is going to burst and emotions are going to flood. A torrent of poems and words and thoughts are going to flood down my veins and out from my fingers, and when they do? They won’t be stopped until they want to. Watch this space. A hurricane of words are on the way…
An empty space.... 
I write because I do. That as my answer.
I don’t know if there are actual words to describe things like this. Maybe a trillion metaphors give it the most accurate description, and let’s face it, writers are professional metaphorisists. 🙂
I understand