more than anything... i've always loved art.
if i have an artists heart, than paint flows through my veins, not blood.
and lately i've had soooo much drama and stuff going on i've not had time to hear myself think, let alone draw.
and i know its hurt me.
more and more i fade into a useless lump of emotional flesh.
its time to start putting those feelings on paper again.
and so, i'm back.
and returning to my first love with renewed vigor.