Literature

The scent of the new pages grasping my fingertips warmed my nerdy heart.
It was a beautiful scent,
Smelled fresh of a new adventure.
As my fingers flipped the pages with a new song,
I took in the wondrous sight of letters
Letters scrambled together to make sentences,
Sentences bunched together to create unique thoughts.
A riot of plot, characters, and emotion
And the story was reaching a climax, 
An exciting rollercoaster.
I couldn't contain my emotions
I felt like I needed to do something; jump up and shout for joy!
But I couldn't because I lost my voice.
Instead, I used my actions.
I put my pencil on the paper,
And wrote what I was trying to say. 
My thoughts turned into words, 
Words turned into writing,
And I messed up and scribble all over.
Grabbing a new piece of paper, I attempt my thoughts once more,
And slowly, the pencil takes control.

~Jules