My mind races as my ideas flow from all across my being.
Parts of me long dormant awake at the sight of a new challenge.
The blank paper sits like a canvas, urging me to stamp the paper with my soul.
My pencil slides on the surface, eager to make my dreams a reality.
AND THEN IT ALL GOES WRONG
My mind collapses as my ideas are incinerated from the inside out.
Parts of my body begin to wither down as the challenge gets colossal.
The blank paper turns into a prison, as my ideas that seemed so clear are trapped behind the lines of the page.
My pencil begins to tremble throughout the paper, scrambling to remember the dreams that were forgotten.
But waking up from a seemingly perfect dream makes it that much harder to remember it.