I would stand on the sun... Barefoot... For your love

I would stand on the sun… Barefoot… For your love

I don’t feel like writing. I really don’t feel like doing much. I am deflated. I think most artists suffer from some form of depression. I struggle with depression. When people like my work I am happy. When they don’t like my work I get depressed. It’s been a tough week. I am tired. I need to bring myself to the alter of love for a recharge.

Draw a heart. SHow love.