Kkkkcan you feel?

When inspiration hits you.
Whether it be naked, raw, inspiration.
Or in disguise as nostalgia, anger, sadness, happiness.. etc. etc.
Whether it's that first snowfall that catches you in the middle of the night; in the middle of an empty street lined with lights.
Or the first big breath of morning air.
Or a whisper on the nape of your neck; the smile creeping across your face and the goosebumps raising on your arms.
Or your favorite line in the favorite verse of your favorite song; loud, loud, loud.
Or the first line of a good book; or the last.
Or the first kiss in a romantic movie.
Anything; anything that gets you.
That stikes a match in you.
Deep in there.
It's the key that dives deep down inside of you; finds that little pandoras box of yours, and twists inside the lock; unleashing the whole of you.
Things you may have never known you were capable of saying, doing, dreaming up, believing. Much less anyone else knew.
It's tricky. It's slippery.
It can engulf your entire being; fill you to your core and shake your bones.
It can burst through your lungs and course through your veins.
If you let it.
And if you let it; it can be gone.
Slip through your fingers.
Spill out your mouth.
Leave your lungs.

So my question is: When you have it; this amazing, incredible desire to be someone, do something, create something. This feeling. Will you feel it? Can you feel it?
And what will you do with it?

Don't waste it.
We can create worlds if we let ourselfs, so do something big.