i feel like a dandilion in field of sunflowers, like ive been standing in a dark room for hours. No one really understands, because instead of me wearing my emotions on my shoulders i hold them in my hands. where the urge to get out is to much to hold, so as soon as i put a pencil in my hand my story is being told. The pencil to the paper is steadily moving, as my emotions start to pour, yeah its steadily moving. And i want to stop i cant help but think, that when im done with this poem there will still be more to link. ~Toni ME