The thing about thought formation transforming in to words, delightful, is in itself o joy to behold. Haven’t you seen how, at times, colours spilled in to water brilliantly diffuse into a collage of images; and how the very same image conjures up different thoughts and mental pictures? The beauty upon it is lost in an instant. The timing is important. Being there at that moment of joi de vivre, that’s what matters.
In a similar fashion are one’s thoughts. You may find yourself crafting the most beautiful sentences in your words at the most improbable of places and least expected of times. There is nothing you can do, but enjoy that moment of bliss, hoping to tie it down before it completely vanishes.
Then comes that moment of dullness bringing us out of our stupor. Blinking. Staring. Engulfed by the emptiness so vast leaving one disoriented. Wondering where it went.