An old man asked me
to meet him in ten years.
He spoke of the past, and days to come.
His voice had a peaceful ambience,
but I was haunted my it.
For, I had met time.
I found the man in the streets, as promised.
He took my hand and we faded into the wilderness.
The earth met the sky,
great teeth digging into the blue
As the man motioned, I was swallowed.
And it was as it should be,
I am toiling for peace.
And, finally I felt the hand that was peace.
Ink pen (0.2mm 0.5mm 0.8mm) i brought some new pens yesterday ok...
Pastel (soft and oil)
Nut brown ink.