The Hidden World

The Art Room is empty. Nothing but desks and chairs.

Save for a lone body sitting at a desk facing the window.

Natural light encompasses the figure who seems to be hard at work.

Headphones occupy his ears while pencils and erasers occupy his hands.

light tapping of his feet can be heard. Pausing to draw a detail before starting up again.

*tap t-t-tap tap tap, t-t-tap-tap tap tap tap*

The body is myself. Hiding in my own little world.

When I'm alone while drawing and listening to music is when I am not apart of this world.

Lost in one completely my own with no other inhabitants other than me.

The sky is clear, the sun is shining. It's just me and the paper.

I seem to be drawing a larger image of something heavily shaded. Next to it, are letters given the appearance of brush strokes. Currently, that is all that seems to have need of work.