My day

Its a good thing to get a little hope every now and then. It lets the spirit soar, the darkness lift and the clouds part; everything looks just a little brighter and little sparkles glimmer behind the curtains.

My room is suddenly warm, bright and inviting - everything shines once more. Creative juices flow, inspiration grows to boiling and chalk dust stains hands, shirts, pants and bedding.

I just can't stop smiling and drawing, half finished pastel drawings lay where there fall, ripped from the ring-bound book and discarded as more ideas take place, the need fills me to exploding and I must draw - Fuck I love days like this.