Sunday, February 23, 2014

Ballad

A bird flying through the bright blue sky,
A cheetah running as fast as he can through the dry desert,
A white feather floating through the wind.

That is how I feel when I'm drawing
Happier than a camel on hump day

I feel the pencil moving across the paper,
The paper smells like a pine tree,
The ridges of the pencil massage my fingers, the drawing of the Apple looks so real, I can almost taste it but I come back to reality because if I don't stop I'd go on drawing forever non stop.

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