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.