Drawn to the flame

I loved my last post.
It's as truthful as I've ever been, with little or nothing added for effect.
I've wanted to write this, or tell this, or put this down on paper forever.
Twice while writing it, my emotions welled up to the surface, exposed, laid bare,
As close to tears as I have ever come while writing anything.
Three hours later and I'm still on a buzz.
I don't want to let it go.
I want to keep re-reading it, reflecting on it.
This must be what writing is all about.