My jaw is locked,
I'm stuck in this position,
And im afraid of missing
Out....
On the opprotuinty to speak my mind.
So I open my soul,
in letters of green;
That sound so gold...
I excape in my writing, and let it take me away,
Because with it i can never be stuck, or locked up...
It's almost like floating,
Because my hand feels like its moving freely across the sea...
Until the edge of the paper comes,
Then it starts all over again...
