When I draw,
My pencil's lead is a translator
Which teaches my language
To the world.
When I draw,
The blank page is my brain
Smudges, streaks and shading
My thoughts.
When I draw,
My hand flying like time,
Ideas are being shaped
Like sandcastles at the beach.
When I draw,
The lead on my fingers
Eraser shavings on my shirt
Are words unspoken.
When I draw,
And I show you my picture,
Know that I am showing you
Myself.
** from Freshman year
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