He Said

He said it was life changing.
He said it all the time.
Every time something happened it was life-changing
And when she asked      —why it is life-changing, he answered,
Because everything is life-changing,
You are not the same person you were after something happens in your life.
Therefore all things and all experiences are life-changing.
It felt – redundant to her,
Yet,
The word—LIFE— repeated so many times made sense.
It was another way to say that there were many people,
       —many lives on earth and that all of them continued to change in every moment—swirls of energy, flowing and molding into and out of each other—taking bits of everything they saw and soaking them up.
He said he was a writer.
Writers, he said
       —soak up from the world around them
Like a sponge, he said
And for a while they don’t write much of anything.
This is their “soaking period”
And then without warning!
        —the sponge begins to leak water that it could no longer hold onto.
Inspiration’s Hand squeezes the sponge and flushes out the water of creativity in a powerful burst of experiences flooding the writer’s senses, the writer says
And then
        —you have to stop
Because you are so overcome with this wash of creativity that you have to use up before the sponge is dry.
Because it rains on your like a freak storm in the summer months.
You never know how long it can last,
And it can happen anytime,
Even in the blue sky,
Even in the car.
No umbrella is needed for this storm because its rains inside your mind.
A microclimate full of sparkling trees,
This rain rushes to the tips of your fingers and sometimes,
They move without a second thought,
Lifting them selves out of the dry barren paper
And staining the blanks with words that flow out of your body.
           —It is such an emotional dance with cannot be stopped
           —And it cannot be wasted.
She said, beautiful, wondrous, and life changing.


P.s. Anybody got any good title ideas?