EvaC

The sweet memories of graphite
slicing the pages'
brown paper.
Joints moving slowly across, 
forming images.
A silent music;
pure of talent.
My young self took treasure for granted.
Knowing it wouldn't last; 

Images light up my vision.
I'm simply there.
Nothing altered by my presence
Just the words forming sentences
and sentences into reality.
Home
in a world that isn't my own.
Pain of my own realm gone.

I tried to fit the pieces
together, but my introverted self
ended up pushing them
farther apart. I wanted to
spark something, 
light something on fire,
watch it burn deep inside as 
the smoke and ashes prick