I still love wandering the streets at night, so devoid of sleep. I´m keeping myself awake, sipping coffee and drawing all night long. I still can´t help saying "just one more..." I know the habits of my heart are self destructive.
But now I got people who let me take a nap on their lap, people who tell me to eat and who notice when I´ve had a rough day. People who take care of me when I can´t or just don´t.
And I feel like something´s been blossoming inside of me. I think it´s my will to live