The freedom of expression never gives off depression
Enjoying this insational feeling
In a blink of an eye, I feel one with the clouds
Before I know it…I cannot hear any sound

With a pen begging to be used and a fresh piece of paper tickling upon my skin
All of my inspiration slowly begins to spew like a loose hair pin
The immense rush that it gives, as if I’m on top of a massive mountain
Each heart beat skipping. .

Slowly dropping my pen and paper, I look down and begin to cry like a startled baby
“How can this lead me to such rush and excitement,” I blush feeling so alive
“Hey, Ann get ready for school,” my mom shouts
I slowly brush it off my shoulder as though there was bug
Excited for tomorrow…