It's all i want to to draw right now. Over and over again. tree after tree after tree. i don't know why. but it has some meaning i guess. This year a microburst tore down 4 of our trees. A month later in the ice storm we got huge damage to the remaining ones. It was actually a big blow, to me and my family. We are so used to having trees and branches surrounding our house. and now its just bare.
The microburst occured when my mother was in minnesota, at the mayo clinic with my grandparents. We had just gotten the news that my grandfather had cancer. It was at this point that we labeled this year the year of hell.
A week later I broke up with Nathan.
Looking back, I think I understand why. I didn't think about it at the time, but I had alot going on. alllooottt. I can't begin to explain the pain that has been caused to myself and my family by my grandfathers cancer, and his death. It is a pain so immense I can't even feel it. It makes the break-up look like a paper cut.

We planted an oak tree in my backyard last week. We buried my grandfathers ashes under it.

So for the moment, I will paint and draw and write not so great poems about trees. I guess its a way to deal with the loss i have experience this last 6 months.

Better than emo poetry and pictures.




((On a totally different note Wreck This Journal is changing my life. Go buy it. Now))