Graphite Imagine

The feeling as if the whole world
And time itself stops,
I can feel completely immersed, as though it’s drawing me in,
I just can’t stop.
My heart pumps
just that little bit faster.
Blood runs throughout my body,
my hands are warm,
my right hand red,
as the pencil pieces onto my finger,
light weight and smooth.

The pain slowly boiling in side,
but I don’t stop.
The scratching of graphite being dragged along the cold hard paper.
The intense smell of wood and graphite surrounds me,
sweat drips from my body,
heat washing over me.

The light is fading,
I stop,
Dryness of wet wood and hints of graphite sticks to my tongue.
I look at the page,
a clutter of sharp lines and smudges formed to create something beautiful.