Crawling through my skin to the pencil that sketches

Reaches my fingers, picking at the strings that sing

Easing my twirling thoughts, color splatters the stress

A metaphor for all the things my life could be, mocks me with beauty

Tugs me away from the technology, the blandness of a high school life

Inside I dream of kissing the stars and diving with the fish

Vividly remembering the portraits I would paint as a child

I do not have enough time

Tightrope in between two lives I want equally

You have to choose the path that either fills your life with art or computer radiation


choose creativity.