keep sketching

watercolour sketches just seemed to come out of nowhere, i dont even remember doing them, like those amazing stories you hear from strangers on trains"...bridget never thought she'd lose her hair, oh that poor girl..." spread the pages wide open and they jump out of there wriggling, convulsing in your minds eye and you're shitting you're pants wondering where does this come from or when will it all stop, but it never really does and you keep going on, this is where you belong.