And yet, although your absence will spin me around and I'll break my soul that no longer breaks... I will keep you here, in me, in my heart, in my art, in every letter and stroke they will carry the ghost of what we were and could've been... be sure that you will not die for my soul... You will give it more ink to write.
I have my own personal chat, where I drop jokes from correspondence, and all sorts of ideas for drawings here is one of them, today I thought about it and drew