Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him, saving your critical comments for yourself. You might be needing forgiveness before the day’s out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived.-Galatians 6:2 MSG

Sometimes, you sit with the pencil gripped between your fingers and your mind scattered all over places your heart once lived in. Sometimes, you think back on your memories or people, wishing for some inspiration to flow by you, but nothing seems to come. Sometimes, you could be sitting on that sagging armchair for hours, hoping for a small spark or just an idea of a new masterpiece. Sometimes, you wish you would be whisked to another reality with a broader imagination and a larger landscape of words, but the page is still left empty. Sometimes, the lines of the pages linger with no story written because they have come to realise that the author was too tired to dance with their strings anymore. Sometimes, we authors lose hope on words that seem to only reflect ourselves. Sometimes, we authors lose words because our heart have decided to do the writing instead. Sometimes, we authors decide to let the words be written on our skin and carved into our bones because our fingers could not hold the pen anymore.