@MissMelodie1:

can’t believe im doing this..it’s going 2 b a weird drive home with the kids “what did you do with your day mum?” err.. pic.twitter.com/4V5FtVMw

I have met my Muse and I weep, she comes to me in sorrow deep.
My heart is heavy yet she sings, my pen stirs only when I’ve lost my wings.
My life is in dark despair, and I just can’t prepair.
My life is one big curse, she sings another verse

Its late. A warm summers breeze blows from the west. It blows my hair back over my shoulders. The moon is high and full casting a silvery light over everything. The Ground is flat, lush, and green. I can see for miles, in the distance i can see the highlands my heart longs to go. But my feet are rooted to the spot. I can not move. Im stuck in the most beautiful place I can think of, but i dont want to stay. I want to move on but something is holding me back. The breeze becomes a cold wind, I shiver, its time for me to go, but I still cant move. The ground has become hard and brown. The moutains are snow covered, everything is dieing. I want to leave, but i still cant move. I will surely freeze to death. I look around alls I see is ice for miles. It all goes black. By: T.C