My space I love to hate

I'm at it again, that place where the deluge of words meeting paper quiets the thoughts lingering in the subconscious of my cerebellum - where the hemorrhaging of disjointed sentences parading as conscious intellect brings some harmony to the cacophony of my mind.

These episodes of rhythm and rhyme purporting as moments of clarity lights the way to a temporary escape; that saving grace from the edge of insanity, just off the cliff of desperation. Ah, I'm back to this place where my every word inspires something out of nothing - where the very air is laced with literary musings; where I convince myself of my poetic genius.

Back to that place, that oh so familiar place, where I revel in negativity fighting it back with words, thoughts, clawing out of the abyss, rising like a phoenix. This place where I loathe to love. A contradiction in terms it is; I find moments of inspiration ostensibly in my dark hours - find profound moments, loving moments, vile wicked venomous moments. A veritable hodge-podge of ideas and emotions.

Moments of joy reflecting on the sensible drivel flowing from my head onto the page. I have a real love hate relationship with this space. Alas, it is a fleeting space - so while in it, I will revel ; make a lovely mess of the mixed moods that I experience. When it is gone I will bid it adieu, till next time. My space I love to hate.