It is a vortex, formidable.

Sometimes I miss the darkness, we agreed.

The truth was elusive but plain,

You cannot miss something ever present.

An uncontrollable fountain of creativity,

I know I risk parts of myself everytime I drink from it.

It never disappeared,

You just filtered it.

It was still available to me in all it's fury,

But, with a little effort, I don't doubt that I could've made something beautiful,

It was purified.

You purified the basic parts of me.