Chapter 2
The boy sits at his desk, staring down at his paper
He rests his head in one hand, a pen in the other
The day dwindles to its end, light passing through the misted window panes began to dim
He sighs, stuck at a wall he knows all too well
His eyes bore through the page, as if words will fade onto the page without his pen crafting them onto the blue lines
His face suddenly lifts, thoughtful now
He sits up, scrawling at the top of the page Chapter 2
He hesitates; self criticism, lack of self esteem, trying to hold him back
He shakes it away, and begins to write
He rests his head in one hand, a pen in the other
The day dwindles to its end, light passing through the misted window panes began to dim
He sighs, stuck at a wall he knows all too well
His eyes bore through the page, as if words will fade onto the page without his pen crafting them onto the blue lines
His face suddenly lifts, thoughtful now
He sits up, scrawling at the top of the page Chapter 2
He hesitates; self criticism, lack of self esteem, trying to hold him back
He shakes it away, and begins to write