Wind me up. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I feel like a kid’s toy that has run out of power.
Like one of those old tin toys that have a key on their back and an internal spring that needs to be wound so that they can keep moving.
I’m lying face down and the spring has completely unwound, and I don’t have the energy to reach around and turn the key a couple of times to get me going again.
I wish someone would just come along and wind me up.
Love
Luke
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