Here I go.
Writing whatever comes to mind.
I’ve only got five minutes to spew words out onto the paper.
It’s windy here.
I’m glad I’m able to write as I play.
I’m watching my kids run and slide on skateboarding ramps.
To be free as the wind.
Running with it.
Jumping with it.
Flying with it.
I’m going to break free, like the wind and my kids.
Here I go,