words.
When you write, you simply write. It's letters and words, of which you make a meaning. But when I heard them say, "A writer has to feel strongly about whatever he writes." I was baffled. I thought to myself, then why is it that I'm not able to write about you? Words doesn't match, and sentences stop midway. Such an injustice. I find myself staring at blank papers. Maybe, that's what it is about. Stopping midway to think. To think it over. It's easy to write about things that doesn't concern you, but it's far difficult to write about things and people you love. For sometimes, there is no enough words for them. Maybe, love is such. It's never enough. Nither the words nor the emotion.