It was a sudden wave across her body. The wave of words not being where they need to be, but where they have to be. Sense is one thing; to make sense though, that’s another. Right now, she only cared about what was meant to flow from her hands. I guess it’s a state of yes; yes to what she felt, and yes to life. For so long she sought answers that were right in front of her. Creating indecisiveness by being the opponent of her own desire. Sense; she always sensed what was right, but she always chose what didn’t make sense. Then there were words, making neither. This was the messiness of it all; the chaos. The thing about this, is that while it consumed her, it too, forced her heart to roar in a way that she secretly found beautiful.