Cry of the Night


Sitting alone as I usually am, I couldn’t help but take out my frustrations in illustration form. I often feel as though I am forgotten, not cared for or not preferred. I often identify with the night and feel more comfortable awake at night. But I long deeply in my soul for companionship, for someone to hear me, to answer me, to walk with me. Yet tethered by darkness I must wait in unyielding patience and loneliness for a kindred spirit to bask in my shadows.

(This was done with a bic pen, crazart colored pencils and textured sketch paper. )


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