When everything lost meaning...

When butterfly lost its wings,
it would be only a prey for birds.

When a car lost its engine,
it would be only metals of junk.

When human lost their memories,
it would be only a shell for organs.

When I lost my mood on drawing,
my hand that holds the pencil,
lead that has been scratch with the paper,
would be erased over and over again.

When I lost the way of expression,
it would be a waste of inspiration across my soul.
This, is
When everything lost meaning...










I really hate myself when I couldn't draw. I really do.