Getting motivated can be a bother. I'm mostly aspiring to be a writer so drawing is a hobby.
When the breeze pasts,
I feel a warmth
Something soft,
Akin to a mother's touch.
Even if it's cold,
My heart is touched
With a weird feeling.
I feel bubbly now.
Thank ye :)
Haha, that's sweet of you. Honestly, I am wondering if I should post the stuff in my sketchbook.