Unwritten

The song Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield is a very important song to me. I like to use this song when I am trying to get inspired to write and become creative. Here are the lyrics to this song and I think you should be able to tell how inspiring it can be to start writing and be creative.

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Home Away From Home

In my junior English class we read “My Sojourn in the Land of My Ancestors” by Maya Angelo. In this story she describes the experience of finding a “home away from home” as she travels in Africa. Now we have been assigned to describe a place that feels like home to us. A “home away from home” for me would be my dance studio. My dance studio doesn’t always have to most pleasant smell of sweat. When we get back out on the dance floor, the feeling of the cold marley floor under my feet it makes me think I am able to express what I want to say through dance. 

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