Keep Writing.

I imagine a world where writers lose their words. Each time they feel, each time they don't have a good outcome for a piece, each time they go to pick up a pen. I imagine losing the ability to swirl around letters to combine our perfect expression. Perfect, because what we feel is described only as we want to describe it.

I imagine this world because I was lost in it for an excruciating amount of time. Words have been lost on me more often than I have almost found myself.

You aren't a writer because you can make a perfect piece. You aren't a writer because you want others to read your work. You're a writer because you have words to let out, and you can write those words down.

Express yourself in each word you thought you lost. The words are still in you. Words are not lost on anyone, they just get tangled up with the wrong ones sometimes. Write to clear the traffic jam in your mind. Then keep writing.