On Writing and Painting and Homework

Every time I sit myself down to write, I get the urge to paint. I sit there, at my desk either with my pen in hand or with my hands on the keyboard, and stare in front of me. I try to come up with something beautiful in my head. And then, I get an itching to paint. Or... to dance.

Can't you see it? Colors and colors of imagery, I want to write it. I find myself wanting to show it other ways instead.

But then I remember that I suck at both painting and dancing and go back to doing my homework, what I should have been doing in the first place.