POV: The Artist Lost in Chaos

You sit in your room, the dim glow of your desk lamp casting shadows on the empty sketchbook in front of you. It’s been months—maybe even a year—since you’ve touched a pencil with the intent to create, and the thought stings more than you’d like to admit.

There was a time when drawing, painting, or sketching was your escape, a world where nothing else mattered. You could spend hours lost in the flow of colors and shapes, pouring your heart into every stroke. Back then, you felt alive—free. But now, it feels like a distant memory, a luxury you no longer have time for.

Your schedule is a blur of deadlines, expectations, and responsibilities. School demands perfection. Family expects results. The world moves too fast for you to keep up. The pressure presses down like a weight on your chest, suffocating every ounce of creativity that once flowed so easily.

You stare at the blank page, the pencil trembling in your hand. You want to draw, to paint, to bring that part of you back to life. But the doubt creeps in—what if you’ve lost it? What if you’re not that person anymore?

Yet, somewhere deep inside, there’s a faint flicker, a whisper of the artist you used to be. It tells you to pick up the brush, to let the world wait for once. But the noise of responsibilities drowns it out. So you close the sketchbook, promising yourself you’ll try again tomorrow.

Except tomorrow feels just as heavy as today. And so the pages remain blank, waiting for the moment when you’re ready to reclaim the part of yourself that’s been buried under the weight of the world. You want to believe that someday, somehow, you’ll find your way back to that version of you—the artist who once gave everything to art.

-by sheeza

Note: This was my attempt to bringing one of the guttered out thoughts to life, that most of you may think about but never can express it. Art can be in any form you may prefer it to be in. This is just one example of it to express the overload of thoughts even I stumble upon. Those late night cluttered ball of thought that snatches your sweet dreams away from you. Hope you like it and lemme know what I should write on next.