June couldn't sleep and that was unnatural for him.
The sound of graphite striking the surface of paper filled his room. Friction, smudged hands, and tired strokes. Tanging ang nakasinding night lamp lang sa kanyang tabi ang nagsisilbing liwanag sa kabila ng paglalim ng gabi.
"Hindi naman ako ganito dati..."
Ni hindi na niya namalayan ang oras. Nang matapos niya ito, awtomatiko niyang binitiwan ang lapis na bumagsak sa sahig at gumulong sa ilalim ng kanyang kama. Nakatitig lang siya sa panibagong obra at hindi siya natutuwa.
'Ano na naman ba 'to?'
June frowned upon seeing the full picture, unconvinced that it was something he'd consciously work on. Dati pa naman siya mahilig mag-sketch ng kung anu-ano, pero minsan talaga kahit siya hindi niya maintindihan ang kahulugan ng mga ito. Art is meant for personal interpretations, right?
Sadly, even the artist can't interpret this one.
Resigned, he quickly grabbed a nearby pen and scribbled the title.
"The woman in a quicksand of bones."
It was disturbing to say the least. Sino naman kayang matinong art student ang magdo-drawing ng babaeng nalulunod sa buhanging gawa sa abo ng mga buto?
It was bizarre and unique, but who cares?
It's art, no matter how creepy it may seem.
Closing the sketch book, he finally turned off the light and fell asleep.
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