When I move my pen

8 p.m I stucked up in my room

Holding a sheet and pen

Nothing happened

Warm and chill argued

Making misery in myself

I cry upon my life

Feeling incapable

Nobody helped.

Warm and chill struggled

Making more misery in meself

My hand started to move

Warm and chill beaten

I move my hand again

Drawing abstract images

Spirit flown.

I drew a man

I drew a woman

I drew a circle

I drew sun

I drew a garden

I drew a villa

I drew humanity

I drew the world

9:00 p.m I stopped crying