A warm feeling flow through my chest and I feel as though my lungs may collapse.

I almost stop breathing.

Not a hurtful feeling; a relaxing, comforting feeling.

It comes when I'm drawing,

focussing on the tiny details and slowely outlining them on my paper.

When I'm into a fictional book; a fantasy novel, it comes.

Standing on the concrete waiting for my ride to take me away.

The soft wind blowing my face and clothes.

Like I'm on top of a mountain.

The clouds in the sky, highlighted by the dimly glowing, setting sun.

No one is around in this moment of silence.

She walks by, not saying a word. So beautiful.

No one notices the quiet one gazing at the sky.

I speak. She answers. Nothing more.

Tomorrow I'll show everyone.

My heart is racing. It should be, I'm racing.

The wind blowing in my face.

Not a comforting, soft wind that blows your hair and cape like a lone warrior who just conquered a mountain. A harsh wind that pushes me back.

I'm getting nearer to the end of this tiring and somewhat painful competition.

A boy who was thought to be slower than I pulls ahead.

Ah ha! So this is HIS day to shine. Everyone has their day.

No, he THINKS it's his day. He'll see.

I smile and lower my eyebrows.

The cheering is loud, but in the background.

I leave them all in the dust.