Draw

Somethings you expect to stay for a while; you expect them to always be there. Then suddenly, you enter solitude, if only for a brief period, and you see all the things that matter. And then, without any possible warning or substantial explanation, it all changes. Your deepest dreams are all that remain, and your close company. People, things and beliefs are wiped off in a matter of minutes. No, this is no clean slate, but it helps to know that you can erase some things. The marks remain, and you don't have time go get a soaked rag to really clean that slate, not now. You have too much to draw. Put your heart in it. Everything will flow as you draw. That's what it's about.