Start.

I do not know when to start. I always have this thought that there will be that perfect timing or perfect place to start doing what I loved before, but here comes nothing. I never finished, or I'd rather say, never started anything, anymore. My mind became rusty and I cannot think of words, even though deep inside, I have a chaotic and overflowing mind. Thoughts are racing, words are rumbling. This just show that even you have so much, if you'd lost track and don't know how to use 'it' anymore, you'll never make something 'beautiful' again. I just realized that it is not about how much you have, but how can you use even the littlest of things to create something. I guess, I don't have to rush in making something. I just need to start and let the flow go with it, just like before.