you turn the light out and go to bed, wake up the next day put on dirty clothes, pack a bag with paper and a cd player and go wounder around someplace interesting by yourself and feel how pretty things - like bare trees' sillohetes contrasting against a virbrant sunset - feel when your content and loney and peaceful. then you close your eyes and put it into pictures, let them carry you away to new pictures in your head until you forget what your doing. than put it into words. words come last and are the least important. words are the culmination of distinct, defined, brilliant mental pictures.