It was a long time since I followed a journey through my footsteps. I was alone and was thinking about my past emancipations. A pen cannot work on a paper with an external force applied on it. It needs the backing of an internal force to jot down on the paper of thoughts through the ink of feelings.
Feelings are a way to express the wave of one's mind.
And presenting those feelings is an art. If one needs to write something it requires an audience. I still remember when I first started to write. It was a small poem based on my mother. There is an interesting anecdote on this.