She’s stuck in her cage.

Wondering where she should begin.

“Beginnings are the hardest for me,” she let out a sigh, as she spoke to herself, “I get so many ideas and can’t ever just stick with one.”

… I want her to free her mind

“What if I wrote a thought book?” She said, excitedly, grabbing a notebook and pen from her desk.

She pressed her pen to the paper.

This is her escape.

Open up your heart

you ar—

—e art

You are a rain drop.

Sometimes you’ll fall fast.

Now you like to take your time,

But baby,

There’s beauty in a storm.

We can be quiet,

Or we can be loud.