but i don't dare
i'm sitting in econ
enjoying the lesson
when my mind floats away.
a design for my character pops into my head.
my fingers itch
to draw
but i don’t dare.
i'm sitting in lit
trying to find the theme of the work
when i discover that i'm painting in my head.
my fingers itch
to draw
but i don’t dare.
i'm sitting in math
we’re reviewing last year’s material
and i have a sudden compulsion
to draw.
my fingers itch
but i don’t dare.
i'm sitting in french
listening to the presentation
when i remember my drawings in my binder.
my fingers itch
to take them out
but i don’t dare.
i'm sitting in physics
taking notes
when i realize how much practice in ink i need.
my fingers itch
to sketch in pen
but i don’t dare.
i'm sitting at home
writing essays
steeling myself
when i remember my collection of drawings.
my fingers itch
to draw some more
but i don’t dare.
i'm lying in bed at three a.m.
knowing i'm choosing a major that will get me a job.
my fingers itch
with the endless desire to draw.
i crave art.
i need art.
i want to be an artist
with all my heart and soul
but i don’t dare.
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