If I do not draw soon, I may perhaps perish.

I'm really alive here. I am. Not discontent, not unhappy. I'm thriving. But sometimes, I get a whiff of free air, an echo from the wide open spaces.

Colorado, Oregon, Washington.
My heart starts beating fast, I start sleeping less, thinking and dreaming. It stirs me up, lights up everything in me that is dull or muted.

So right now. I am thinking and dreaming and wondering what all of this means.
In this city, I am constantly calling to life the things and people around me. Creating color in the concrete and moving with the masses of people.

I am thinking of a place more living, life in the very soil and musty earth. Full of color than pours into my skin and out of my freckles. Where my sun flower eyes are reflecting reality and not a dream.