look deeply into my eyes. i have something to tell you.
when i come home everyday from school i am not feeling fulfilled & sparkly. i feel the opposite of fulfilled and sparkly.
so in the evening i sit down with my second-hand sketchbook i picked up at SCRAP in SF.
with the windows open and summer air being fanned inside.
which sort of feels like water straight out of the tap. not cool. not warm. but so so pleasant.
and with all of that summer air swirling around my bare arms and my knotted brow i start to feel like…
i can breathe. and i can. and i do.