I found a pen, ink and paper combination
that feels like drawing with pencil.
So smooth,
so airy,
just like feather.
This is part of a drawing I started today for IF's "Prehistoric".
Yeah, baby!
I want to talk about love,
but then I will find myself rambling.
Love is overwhelming,
as overwhelming as the fullness I feel in my heart as if my chest will explode,
or the lump in my throat that makes it hard to breathe.
I am in love.
Wonder what my oxygen saturation will be if one measured it while I find it hard to breathe,
but then again,
I take a deep breath to relieve the fullness of my chest,
so it evens the oxygen level and gets rid of the carbon dioxide.
Today is my eldest sister's birthday.
That makes me very happy.
I love my sister very much.
Today is my father's thirteenth year death anniversary.
Two days from now,
will be my sister Leah's third year death anniversary.
The latter two makes me sad.
Such is life.
I love my family very much.
