Thoughts are flooding around my brain. I mean I know it's an assignment and the fact it's not for a grade should make the situation easier.
Although at this moment I still find myself staring at this cinder block wall a prison in my own mind.
My fingers are typing,but my eyes are wandering over to the chocolate liquid void.
A liquid celebrating seventy years since it's birth, yet here I am typing a story I'm not even sure I want to finish. So I guess I won't.