Here's another redraw of an old art of mine, quite proud of how this one turned out. I don't think there's really any way to explain the thoughts behind this better than just the title; it's about pain, and wear and tear. Life's constant barrage of worry unto your soul, yet you have to keep moving, you have to keep marching on. Not even because you want to- because you don't. You want to sleep.
I de cided t o unwrap t he clo th
bandag e from my che st b ecau se it
had gr o wn dirty an d grimy .
The re's still hole s in m y chest.
I pu t my hand thr ough and I think
someth ing' s miss ing on th e inside.
I t hink a lot of th i ngs are miss ing
actua lly. I rummag ed my fin gers
arou nd an d only fel t d r y th ings .
S le ep.. .
I wa nt to s le e p . . .
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