Home of an Artist

I pick up my pencil...
And draw,
Gray curves,
And lines.
Flow across the page.
I feel at home in this unreal drawing. 
In this moment of silence.
I feel at peace and hope flows through the pencil,
Onto the paper. 
I fill in the spaces with colors,
Every color,
To be precise. 
I finish,
And step back. 
This piece of paper,
It is my home.
My comfort, 
Zone.
Of peace.