Sleepless nights, I dream I am walking through a jungle: grass and mud crushing underneath my feet, my feeble steps leaving an impalpable path behind.
Starless nights, I see only a shadow. Of me, a widow crowned with nothing but pretension, wailing silently, the jungle swaying around me.
Restless nights, I sleep soundly. The jungle and anguish are my companions, confidantes. Licking the wounds that never heal.
I stand still in awe. For the jungle closes in as soon as a dull scythe rips up the thick foliage. Slashing, slashing. Then, the sound of silence. As the darkness nears.

I love your drawings, Nelkumi. This one is especially touching.
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I am glad you like it. Thank you, Ms. Linda.
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“Like” is such an inadequate response. I love.
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Thank you, Susan.
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A beautiful piece. The drawing adds depth.
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Thank you kindly.
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