Created in A5, using graphite pencil.

In a looping cycle, just like how the sun rises when the moon sets. The day starts again and the little escapade to shut my eyes starts with the flashbacks of my cursed existence. Never known to the day version of me who's always smiling behind the mask of perfection. Completely different from the isolated midnight artist, who feels life is curse wrapped as a blessing. The question why, whom, what haunting the incompetence of my existence, which again blurs by the day. Am I a shell, void of life ? I repeat every night...