sketches

envy.

what do i do?

do i draw? thin lines, gentle lines, light lines, deep cuts.
I can't.

do i take pictures? bodies slumped, buildings tall, silent and empty, pornographic, sexualized, subtle. intense.
I can't.

At the moment my head is a cloud. taking things in, getting ready to rain onto thirsty ground, getting heavier with thoughts and pictures.

At the moment I'm starving. Am I losing it?