i almost forgot what its like to erase, sketch, erase, sketch, draw, postulate x n.
i almost forgot what the euphoric feeling i get on a draw-er's high is like
i almost forgot how time flies when i focus on nothing else
i almost forgot how these things make me smile
i almost forgot the intensity of the focus
i almost forgot the fervour and intent
i almost forgot


how therapeutic drawing can be-

that it was the sole reason for my existence.
it is my passion; it burns; it drives me.
there is nothing else i need; nothing else completes me


im starting to get back on the right track.
its a bit late, but
its never too late to start loving life again,

right?