Sharp Gentleness

Drifting through my own lullaby kept me awake at the last hours of the afternoon. I have not been bothered and relaxed at the same time in my life like this—the pressure of wanting to write a song and the soft beats carried me to a paraiso of mine.

I twirled a 2B graphite pencil from a canister between my slender fingers, while I listened to the alluringly soft voice of Isabelle Ortega, but I did not write a lyric - instead, this proprietor began making both smooth and rough strokes on a sketchpad.