It all starts with the need, urging you to purge it out of your system.
An image out of nowhere.
It starts with the flame that translates into brushes, scratches, gestures.
Either gentle or brutal.
It starts with a alternate perspective. A phrase that gets stuck inside your brain. A hum. A tear.
It starts with this. After that, it has a life of its own. No telling where it might take you.
Anywhere is good.
Just like old times.