Sitting in Solemn Silence

Beating, bumping, bee-bopping, it all feels so free. It's amazing how when we let our creative sides flow, our wings begin to grow and we can suddenly fly. That's how I feel at least. The Tempest, by Shakespeare, may be a slightly depressing and evil play, it still somehow brings out a side of me that I nearly had forgotten about, the creative me. I feel all these feelings of life bubbling to the surface. It's wonderful. I love it.