There is a rhyme and reason to creativity; this thrusting of magic and letters and colors to make the world better.

Not everyone can do it!

There are people in the world that desire such creativity, and are devoid of it. They copy it, and never have one original thought. But you, dear one? You, my fellow oracles/writers/storytellers, there are worlds inside of you.

Universes.

Peoples.

Languages.

Lovers.

The doubts are to be acknowledged and released–never held or kept. If they are kept, they become weights and anchors.

Be brave, dear ones.

Write.