Stay Thirsty.
There's nothing more intimidating than a blank slate. An empty page or screen or canvas just tempting you with it's emptiness. It mocks and invites you at the same time. It teases you with it's smooth borders, straight lines and endless possibility. If only you could fill it with thoughts once held; brilliant lines of prose or verse that flashed like high-beams across your mind. You sit there waiting. Searching for a perfect beginning. A hook that will cut deep and stay secured. A million words dance sub-consciously, occasionally forming coherent sentences. There's magic in it. To anyone else, it's pure nonsense. But to you, it fits. Sometimes the only way to describe the moment is by saying nothing, because any attempt would be an exercise in futility. So you smile. Sometimes all you can do is smile. You let it be known that even without words, there is a language, and it is universal. Any living creature can feel it. It's a mix of warmth and cold; love and fear. So how do I explain to you the peace and calm that is flowing through me? I tell you that I'm alive. And for me, that's enough reason to smile.