Back Again

For days my world seemed empty, as the words had flown never it seemed to return. Then I woke up this morning and they were back again. As if by magic, my pen did not want to stop writing again. The words are flowing again like water from a full open tap, so fast sometimes that I can barely get them down on paper before the next lot come around. Where they being stored for just this certain day? I do not care for the answer only that they are back again and my pen is overflowing once more with new ideas. All I can do is hope they will not go away again, at least for a little while.