"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all..."
Emily Dickinson
So it's two am and I can't sleep. I have to get up in three and a half hours. I was lying in bed thinking of this poem i read the other day, and had the idea for this doodle/sketch. I don't think I really did it justice, so maybe I'll try again another day, not in the middle of the night. But for now, here's this.
