the written must be true like a brick. a brick can't lie. a brick is a brick.
creativity cannot be forced, but collected patiently, droplet after droplet. i never know what will come out of me. the pen draws it out. each word, each letter, each image; a surprise to me.
as i write, i can feel the doubt swelling inside me, like a balloon with eternal elasticity.
As I am in a place where I am rather stuck about writing, I thought I would present to you these beautiful words of another. They are exactly what I needed to read right now.
Kisses,
Ruby
