I love to draw. And I also love to write.
Whenever I am creating, it feels as if the world slips away into some Super massive black hole. Being destructed and never to appear again for my own happiness's sake.
I get lost into a world, much like the one Alice from Alice and wonderland created when she fell into the rabbit's hole.
Little things turn into big details, exploding into a burning want to never stop. And spend the rest of your life doing what makes you happy the most.

When I can't draw or write... when I become simply uninterested in it... or when I lack the creativity needed. I feel empty. Like someone carved me, and dumped my insides out, like a pumpkin on Halloween. Right now, this is how I feel. And I am constantly scolding myself for it. I wish I could pick it back up so I can feel happy again.