to some sun, but nothing

I have had urges to write here, to express emotions, but I never sat to draw them. (I knew drawings won't lie, and the mind using words is so cunning.)

I am trying to be rational these days and only do what I should.
I don't know when my mind will allow some dreaming/drawing, letter writing.

It is a bit sad that romantic movement and beauty isn't given a part in the show. Poor thing will have to wait in the dark.