kāi

- and write

It had never been easy.

The difficulty of it all weighed down on her like cement bricks on shoulders.

Her weary eyes flick to the red clock by the window. It is already midnight.

She looks down at her pen that had rolled away and the scribbled piece of paper. It crumples under her aching hands.

She takes a breath, and with a resolute sigh, takes up the pen again. A blank page screams questions at her.

Questions she had previously not known the answer to.

Pick yourself back up.

And write.