I sit and I think,my mind wandering the boundaries of my imagination. My thoughts take to flight like birds,burdens sheding off like many papers falling through the air. The burdens are falling like stone,their unpure,black, and deadly beauty reminding me of snow.I feel free,I begin to rise. I break through the storm of burdens,the cloud of dispair and the fog of anger to see the wodnerful sun, full of cheerfulness. I am pulled towards it and I soar to a place of happiness, beyond the seemingly endless reach of space,leaving behind broken dreams and tribulation.