Staring at the blank paper in front of me, I think about what to write. If only my clouded mind could turn from being dark to light.

  Should I flow light a waterfall or bleed like an unclosed wound, why do I foolishly allow myself to be thrown into this caged room.

   When I clear my thoughts and unwind my mind, yes time begins to stop, pleasure causes my heart beat to drop, and my paper becomes illuminated with the passion to imagine.