Draw (Blog Post)

I bit and chewed my pencil, tugged my hair, racked my brain and nothing worked. My actions were perilous by now. I flexed my muscles, looking in the mirror. The sound of my mom pounding on my door began to raise my anxiety. 

And so, I set my pencil on the paper in front of me. My eyes were spinning and the air was so light it felt as though I was high in the clouds. The bubbles of my ideas floated away along with my dignity.

Suddenly, my eyes opened to a new world but it all disappeared around the corner. A rancid smell then filled my senses, distracting me. I opened my bedroom door and yelled; "I'm trying to draw!"

-Kiara Long \March 10,2017/