whisp

Sometimes I feel it,its quite exhilarating, feeling a burn, a sensation momentary inspiration I try to capture I try to understand it I know how to enjoy it then pathetically poetically I try to explain it share it un-contain it.Of course its now gone there is no memory of it.It does not really exist it yet another ghost to which my being plays host then i preview and post and tries to share with me its innermost stories feeling lies tempting tales making me wise pushing to share hope fantasies and wishes displacing despair.I look for it I wait for it I expect it still I'm often surprised when it catches me distracted just living my lives,thinking of some ways of fooling amusing and confusing you and maybe,just maybe,entertaining you guys