I lack the words.

A sudden gust of inspiration has washed over me.
Inspiration that makes me feel like I can do anything.
I hold onto this inspiration, and the person who doesn't know they are behind it.
I hold onto it like it's my fleeting breath right now; like it's all that I have.
I'm trying to convey this inspiration into something...anything.
No writing works, to capture what it's giving me.
The canvas and layers of paint that have now stained my hands do it no justice.
It's too beautiful for words.
I want to capture it in a moment, for I know someday, it will be gone. Possibly someday soon.
It saddens me to think that, but it's envitable. Perhaps the inspiration will leave a permanent imprint inside of me.
Maybe if I fight hard enough, it'll stay.
I don't want to let this go; I don't want this out of my grasp, ever.
The elation that has come with it is overwhelming, but what I need. It's JOY. Pure, unadulterated JOY.