@HyeRin 13 November 2021

She keeps on massaging both of her temples while the wrinkles on her forehead keeps on getting tight. She keeps on staring at the blank screen in front of her but even a simple sentence won’t surface. To her frustration, she tore the journal where she keeps her ideas locked and put it in the trash bin. Then she decided to go out and sweat it off. Circling around the neighborhood and not wanting to stop for a minute to catch her breathe. It’s been past midnight and she’s still out without a line in her head. She was drenched with sweat when she stopped, and heard a faint sound of a guitar playing. She followed it and stumbled upon a guy singing while strumming the guitar on a bench near the mini park in their neighborhood. She just stood there, captivated by the lyrics of the song. After the whole song was done, the guy turned to her then raised his hands with the journal in his hands. Obviously the torn pieces were put together clumsily. Dazedly she reached for her journal and ran off to her home, in front of the screen and typed faster than she usually does.