As the night enveloped me in its hollow embrace, a sense of longing and yearning for her intensified within my being. The separation seemed to magnify the essence of love, as if it were shimmering and sparkling in the very air I breathed. Each passing moment without her only served to strengthen my belief in the profound truth of that adage.
In the depths of the night, when the world slumbered and silence reigned, I found myself locked in a battle with my own thoughts and inner demons. Unable to bear the emptiness that consumed me, I surrendered to the restless energy coursing through my veins. Determined to find solace, I rose from my bed and retrieved a well-worn drawer, containing within it my artistic refuge: a sketchbook and a collection of pencils.
