A pencil looks bland as a tasteless cookie. Used as a tool, seems uncool.
But possesses a whole world to be unleashed onto a blank page.

Pencil dance, pencil prance. Watch as she twists and turns.
An object with a mind of its own leaving trails and marks of its existence.
Endless details adding left and right onto this blank page.

Your eyes only see streaks of lead onto a piece of paper. But through my eyes, you can see a world that I’ve created. An almost perfect print of one's imagination.
My heart jumps, spins and twirls giving me this warm and welcoming sensation.

“It's complete, at last!” I cheer to myself grabbing a new blank page.
I snatch the coloured pencils on my shelf. Setting myself on a stage.
Equipping my headphones. Forgetting my pain and sorrows.
Forgetting the reality of school tomorrow.

I grasp my pencil, drawing my life away. Bobbing my head to harmonizing sounds passing my ears. Splashing and mixing colours with others. The sound of soothing scratches dragged by my pencil in hand. Then smirking to myself I say, “I guess this is all the time I have today.”
My moment to drift away.