Who Wrote That?

Do you ever feel as if someone else is writing through you?

   I wrote a poem earlier today called Stars Gleam. I’m not sure exactly why---maybe because I only wrote a line or two every few hours over the course of the whole day---but I can’t remember writing it. I remember recording the words of course, and the poem is written in a similar style to many of my own. But somehow when I read this piece I feel as if I’m reading someone else’s work.

  Sometimes writing can feel as if you are simply a secretary, recording the thoughts and feelings of ghosts of the past; voices that echo through the simplest truths and lessons that relive themselves throughout history.

  You are simply a pair of hands to type.

Writing is the closest I will ever get to magic.