It all starts with something blank
Colors bounce, swirl, hard to grasp
An idea
Etched in my mind
Zooming in and out
My pencil starts to move
I don’t know… What it is… Yet
Doubt
Makes the pen shake
The inner voice…
Who will understand it?
A second voice
What does it matter?
Something forms
Making shapes
Shaping textures
A building… A tree…
Something else entirely…
A new form
A finishing pencil line
My name: Anonymous
About the Creator
Kat Davis
Writer and poet sharing my deepest and darkest thoughts with those who might relate.
Instagram: katad4
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