Well, I’ve been pretty down lately and today wasn’t any exception. My grades were worrying me, I was tired, and my hair wasn’t “cooperating” to say the least. Anyway last period is Art. Our assignment was a pastel picture. Incase you don’t know pastels are extremely messy. When I started the drawing I was upset but like the pastel my worries wore a way as I continued. I got into my drawing. I smoothed out the colors and blended to make new ones. I threw myself into the work. It became a labor of love. The colors became my emotions and visa versa. It’s almost as if I put a piece of myself into it. Even though it was a drawing I poured my soul into it. It let me forget and create. The world went on around me but I wasn’t part of it. I totally didn’t care if my hair was messed up or there was pastel on my cheek. I didn’t care about the shallow depressing people at my table or the annoying boys behind me. I just drew. Before I knew it the period was over thought the euphoria was still with me. I don’t know what you would call this sudden aspiration. If anything I would call it finding something to live for all over again. Because we are lost with out the things we love