I don't need to make anything else, I don't need to be anything bigger. I get hung up on wanting to draw something magnificent, mind-blowing, amazing, something to convey my feelings- it's never enough. My feelings have no words, no pictures, nothing but what I make out of them. It's not about impressing myself or others with the greatest render, the most original of ideas or the prettiest of compositions... but a matter of whether or not looking at what I drew to vent my emotions out, will make me cry.

I've always wanted to express so much, I struggle to draw the perfect piece, to write the perfect words, to convey the complexity and depth of my thoughts, yet I cannot. I get hung up in art as a chore, I get blocked when I have freedom, oh the irony. All this time I never knew that it was because I never thought anything I did was good enough. I wanted my message to be clear, my feelings to be heard, for hearts to be touched, but I could never be clear with myself, I never fully honored my feelings, I couldn't touch my own heart. I never truly thought that anything I did would ever be enough.

So here it is. This is it, this is enough. This is the perfect piece: I wish that it would have more going on in it, I wish that it was more, I wish that I could do better than this... and yet... that is the point.