angst of a marker

i'm just an ordinary marker but i'm very special for kelly. and i'm proud to say that i'm his weapon in the battlefield of cartooning.

i've been with him from the start. i've drawn with him his first wining piece that he had for a contest. he and i had good memories with each other. i could still remember, he came back for me in the contest room just because he accidentally left me there. and i couldn't explain the happiness that i felt when we shared his first triumph.

you couldn't imagine how i know kelly very well. i'm the one who knew his deepest emotions every time he tries to draw something but then throws it in the garbage bin afterwards just because he's not satisfied. i could still count the sleepless nights spent for a single cartoon.

but not every story has its happy ending. i'm the one who got wet when he wept for his failures. i couldn't describe the great anguish inside. how i ever wish my ink didn't work that time when he drew the reason of his frustration.


so why do i have to write about this? because i wanted to tell kelly to never give up his dreams even if other people are saying he's not worth the prize. i want to rekindle his spirit and keep the fire burning for his true passion.

i guess he'll never be the same again. he lost the chance but i know he will never lose the interest to draw. and i know in the end, he'll be back with a sweet vengeance.