Pencil, Paper, and Imagination

These are my everything

The pencil is my escape into a world, another's mind

The paper is my landscape, waiting to be filled with tales and personality

The imagination is my drug

It opens up a world never seen by anyone before

Colors, Lives, People

It all is my everything

These things are my everything

I get to live lives I never even contemplated

I get to meet people with unnatural abilities

These items are my portal into places I have only dreamed about

Pencil, Paper, Imagination

These are my drugs