what happens when I stay up for like 20 hours straight and spend about 10 of those hours drawing anime-esque figures.
I grip the pencil,
thin stick of wood and graphite,
in shaking hands as I trace lines
of gray onto a stark white page
full of blankness and unexplored potential.
with each sketched shape
and transfer of graphite unto a thin sheet,
on making it look
exactly like the girl
in the photograph.
i find that it's always harder to draw
those that you love.