storyboarding

new boy paralized me: I'm eating my crayons, nibbling down the wax, feeling it slide down my throat and woah, he's whispering in the texts and I think I'm tasting the colors, my sketch- book is empty and my eyes are wide so wide the visions are locked in my skull, the new boy pinned my future down between his notebook and god I just need one more crayon, my stom- ach is heavy but so full of solid visionary dream