I want to write. Pour words onto paper. Fill up pages. Run out of lead.
I want to sing. Pour out my heart. Fill up hours. Run out of breath.
I want to dance. Pour out my energy. Fill up space. Run out of strength.
I want to speak. Pour out my thoughts. Fill up ideas. Run out of words.
But sometimes there’s silence. Sometimes there’s stillness. Sometimes there’s quiet.
I find joy there too.
About the Author:
Name: Micaela Moreau
How many years have you been a part of TPS?
I have spent 3 years with TPS.
What classes are you taking this year with TPS?
I am taking three classes with TPS this year: French 2, Children’s Literature, and Biology.
What are a few of your hobbies?
I grew up reading, telling stories, and dancing—those three things have stuck with me. Now, I take ballet and am attempting to finish a novel.