He scribbled on the paper vigorously, too hard at some points because his pencil would tear the paper.
He flipped the page in his sketch book, and used the backside that had the tears in it.
He drew lightly now, very soft and elegant, until the full page was full of the abstract to his liking.
He changed pages again, and started a new one.
He drew very strong now, creating choppy, sharp movements with his pencil. He had to sharpen the pencil more then once.
Yet again, the backside of that page was used and his final drawing was beginning to form.
He drew slowly this time, very sloppy, but light.
He looked at all four drawings, and was pleased with what he saw; he had created a representation of the process of loosing.
Anger.
Acceptance.
Blame.
Sadness.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
