O, I am slain!

I was just writing a piece about inspiration – and now, in reading this line, it occurs to me that inspiration can feel like this – but in a good way. Like an orgasm feels like a good little death, inspiration feels like a good murder.
It feels like something powerful that’s done to you that changes you irrevocably
If only for a moment
And it is always a tremendous surprise
Even if you were kind of expecting it.
You look down and suddenly there’s a sword through you
It glints in the light
It feels foreign and odd
But full of awe and wonder

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