Drawing somebody is such a delicate thing, it makes me realise how unique each person is
The way eyes tell a story, appearing as a small window into the most personal space: the soul
When you notice a little scar and begin to wonder what memory it might be the constant reminder of
Just looking at faces, picking them apart to the smallest details and in the midst of it realizing that every person is beautiful in their own way
Noticing how all the little wrinkles and dimples reflect personalities like a mirror
Feeling intimate looking at human so closely, observing curves and corners carefully
Sometimes failing and thinking their features are so ethereal you could never portray them properly
Succeeding and being proud of the ability to make a record of the persons existence and appearance for somebody, anybody who takes time out of their day to look at your creations
YOU ARE READING
Output
PoetrySome litte thoughts that I wouldn't necesarrily call poetry rather just pouring out the forever messy contents of my brain because it makes my life easier
