When you start writing consistently, you are tracing a line in the sand, and, as soon as you finish the first one, you just trace another. It's a mix of unintelligible scribbles until you form a beautiful picture. You lean into emotions and carry them around, hidden in your back-pocket. Then, when the reader has almost forgotten about the kindness, right before the white, curling waves can wash away what you wrote in the sand, the rage, the vengeance, or whatever you are carrying, you pop them out, linking them to another magical, eternal moment.