I don’t know what to write as my smooth lead runs over my thin white sheet of paper. I look for words, ideas in my head, and nothing is there. There is a mirror, and I look into it, but yet I see nothing. I’m not who I should be, and I’m not who I’m going to be. There is no need to worry about my past. If I do, my future will turn into as the same. My body does one thing, but my heart says another. I try to stop, and gather my thoughts, but I get ran over. I turn around to run, and I can’t. My feet are quickly cemented to the ground beneath me. I start to sink, but the limb above saves me. I grip it tightly, and pull as if I were pulling myself to the top of a mountain. I am on my peak, filled with clear air. Thank God I will never go there.