Teetering on the edge of burnout and creative ingenuity is a frustrating trick. A familiar one! but I'm looking at the signs of unhealthy coping mechanisms and habits like "hm. I've still got the ability to draw, but for how long?"
At least I have the opportunity to indulge in an old hobby again, so that's sparking some joy <3
Stabbing heart, torn fabric, pricking needles and fraying thread. Something will snap, something will cut. The risk of making something and the reward of pulling something that should've rested are the same.
Raw fingers, misplaced hope. Bleeding determination. The crux of creativity.
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