I find myself back to Ground Zero.
That one point.
That little black dot piercing from the never-ending vision of white.
It rushes toward me like a Matrix of unknown potentials.
Until eventually, I am surrounded by Darkness.
I know nothing.
But I realize.
I am Comforted.
Not afraid. Not asking. But Comfortable.
I only need to let it be. Whatever it may be. Let it be.
And, once I am released from the void,
I return here to Know that I don’t want to draw like anyone else.
I have my own style.
And, I have saturated my Universe with my creations.
In my own right.
I don’t need your permission. I don’t need your praise. I only need my Pen to touch the Paper.
I have made my Point.
Ground Zero.