The invisible hands
There was a moment today – when I held my graphics tablet and pen, and was reminded that I’m not doing what I want to in life – those invisible fingers pulled my eyelids closed and hands reached into my chest to squeeze my heart.
There was a moment today – when I held my graphics tablet and pen, and was reminded that I’m not doing what I want to in life – those invisible fingers pulled my eyelids closed and hands reached into my chest to squeeze my heart.
