My hands are trembling, yet the brush’s still moving
I am crying, yet my eyes are still shining bright
I wanted to give up for like millions times, yet here I am, still drawing

I used to wonder why
But then realised

The answer was so simple—

After this
My hands will tremble again
I will cry again
I will want to give up again and again and again
But I know I won’t stop

Because ‘this’ is what I love
It is as simple as that