Sleeping 10 hours.
Granola and coffee in silence.
Empty time for refuelling.
College Process, Foster Kid Drama, Audit.
Graduation All Over.
My strung out and too thin soul needing to be nurtured, slept and fed.
Driven to be a successful artist.
Yet too weary to be inspired.
Stressed, no money.
Everything paid for with credit.
Lord, I can't call you down to fill my soul, like filling gas, but I do pray that it happens before being shoved back into my life.
The biggest month of painting of the year in July.
I want to make myself proud.