Sometimes I don’t think this world cares for love. Its funny how we wax poetic about love but in the end it’s money that we pursue. Money seems the driving force to this life. Much like art isn’t supported until the art is successful. Then everyone says what a good idea it was for you to become a artist. I am trying to not be bitter. I am trying to get back in a good mood. Its not always easy for me. I didn’t think I would do this any more after the day I had yesterday. Yet I hunkered down and drew a heart. There is a sliver of love in each of us. I need not forget that. I just can’t bury it.