Break away

<sub>" I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway"</sub>

This may be the hardest week of my life,
I find it fasinating, those moments when you're stood on the cusp of change, when you know whatever happens now your life may never be the same.

Today I ran away, with my mum. Left our phones, didn't tell anyone where we were going... just left. We got lost, but didn't care...
We were in the middle of the country side...
we drove fast around the twists and bends, music blaring 'Tonights gonna be a good night...' Irony.
Windows open and my arm stretched out, bending and weaving in the rushing wind, like a birds wing...

a wood pigeon.
I'm not a eagle, a swan or even a robbin.
I'm a wood pigeon.

Sorry... this turned out to be quite personal

(I love to draw birds, i usually use a ref though
ref pic [link] shit. I think those art classes might be working.)

needs a better background, open to suggestions.