Everytime I write a piece, it all starts with nothingness--the feeling of wanting to drain everything out of your insides and just let the paper do the talking. The starting line has always been the hardest to write. The writer constantly thinks of something catchy, to stir the readers' attention. It's a norm to exceed their expectations because posting your write-ups online requires meticulous inspection. That has been my motto since I started posting here on IG. But, let me tell you a secret, the longer a writer writes, the more you get to see that it is not always that she's trying to impress everyone. Words freely flow out the drainage when pressure is just enough-- not too much, not too less. The reality is that, emotions surge out of us vehemently, and it's only after the wreckage that we can start squeezing out lines to feed your hungry minds. And there's got to be a connection. A victorious feat comes only when you get to invoke the exact ideals you are having, into the readers minds. Sometimes it is the case, but not always. A writer is a selfish provider, every line is entitled as someone's property. It may not be hers; it can be of someone's or another's. To disclaim, I am not writing this to enunciate a plagiarism speech. To be honest, the full note you just read is just the beginning. Did I stir up your attention? I hope so. This is to say that whenever I write, it is not always for a bunch of readers, most often than not, it is just for one. The shape of the being I am referring to, depends on whether I got to make you feel something about yourself. Own every line I write. I want you to have it.