
i had a dream last night of the person who wrote my rejection letter. it was peaceful. she said she knew me and my work. i always wished this happened. i’ve always been thankful for the unraveling of unfortunate events. i woke up aware of what i must do. i thirst to draw and my emotions have skyrocketed into a hemisphere of complete abandon after putting my art secondary.
my body didn’t hunger for food as it stuffed that void digging itself deeper.
my heart thirsted its fountain of creative juice.
dreaming of drawing.
drawn to dreams.