You're beautiful and I am awakened by the force of your eyes.

Love.

"Love like the world we know is over in a day."

Upper respiratory infection. Lots of medicines. Lots of sniffles. Art doodling in my art journal. Phonathon calling. Praying. Achiness. Calling mom. Wondering. Green tea. Crazy dreams.

I currently live in a beautiful and feverish haze.

I know I must make art to be happy.