im in recovery.
i grab the metallic color,
I draw one line,
another,
and so on.
am I recovering?
i space out,
an hour goes by.
I come back to my senses.
and I hate it.
back at step one.
What was supposed to be a work of art, is something different.
it hurts.
My paper is covered in bright red ink,
But my pencil is silver.
