I quite like drawing.
Some drawings are quite easy to finish...
Some drawings, though, take careful planning to do right.
When one finishes a drawing, they feel satisfaction.
Some people never draw again, but some, like me, feel inclined to draw even more.
Occasionally, I consider drawing a picture of you, but i never do.
When i picture it in my head, you always wind up with the head of a lamb.
i know i'd never feel satisfied with the drawing.
so i never even start a sketch.
Occasionally, I consider drawing a picture of you, but i never do.
When i picture it in my head, you always wind up with the head of a lamb.
i know i'd never feel satisfied with that drawing.
it's because of this that i never even start a sketch.
Occasionally, i find it hard to breathe, like now. at times like these, i consider drawing a portrait of myself.
It would be my last portrait, and so the pencil never glides across parchment.
I ask myself if I'd like to draw, but nothing comes to mind.
That thought, it drifts back.
I quite like drawing, but i simply have nothing left to draw...
My visage remains unsketched, and the pencil remains but in my hand.