The page has been pulling at my sleeves,
with letters, words, sentences, but also with lines,
circles, and doodles. It's a familiar feeling of wanting to draw something–
to sketch my dreams and the images that form,
from below the surface, yet as my cycle goes,
I have moments of glee and moments of frustration, disappointment.
It's good for me, though; good to be challenged in a new way;
and when I surrender to the process, I feel something–
I see something speaking to me in a way that makes me want to know more.
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Ink and watercolor pencils
