Where the Sun Rises

It all happened so fast. It all happened so suddenly. Like a big rush of wind that just blows. I can't explain it using words. I can't use words, but I can use my story. Because when I write, I feel free, and all worrries go behind me. I know that not a thing in the world can stop me, and my dad calls it a work of art. Or, at least he did, until he went missing.