I love doing weird art.
My fingers? Not so much.

My finger is... Not okay.

Lately I've been feeling down.
Not that my mental health has been normal for the past year and a half. But this month in particular.

Maybe this eerie feeling, this biting cold is because I'm around the exact timeframe.
Idk, another day, another yap session.

I tried to make art again after about 2+ years.
I'm just mixing random colours without any main direction, here is the result.

Ruellia's petals catch the light,
A quiet bloom, soft and bright,
A fleeting moment, pure and true,
A whispered shade of purple hue.

In a winter's silence, my heart’s a frozen sea,
Each wave a memory, crashing, longing to be free.