Air sizzling with excitement, unpredictability youth Hits against their faces. Breaking strong into a day of reckless liberty. With blood running hot through their vessels to their heads to their eyes ever so warm with wonder - yet- ever so chilled with nonchalance. They don't care. but I am in here. No riffling pop song bass in my ears only a sonata for flute, violin and harp No intoxicating spirits for me only the feel of a pen and textbook cold and hard against my skin - yet- It is so warm in here...
I'm writing a Chemistry exam on Monday. My peers are making their own chemistry right now.
P. S I think I might have used the dash incorrectly. Excuse me, Grammar Nazis.
P. P. S The sonata is by Claude Debussy. Not sure of the Opus number