Puregenious

I Forgot

I forgot how it felt to run the pencil across the white pages of my sketchbook.
I forgot how it felt to make the pencil dance back and forth the page filling every empty space with lines and shapes that at the time made no sense.
I forgot how it felt to get lost in the world that me and my pencil created,the world in which we can make time stop and stand still forever. Not moving, stationary,frozen,something that not even scientist have been able to achieve.
I forgot the feeling of standing back and realizing that those lines are not only a picture of my imagination. Those lines,dots, and squiggles are part of a greater story, my story, the story if my life.