i got an idea that when i draw a picture, i tear my soul apart and give it to the picture. then one day, i had no soul left. it hurt, i know from inside it just like my heart is bleeding. but i could not do anything, i stood there watching my soul's death. maybe someday my soul will be healed, i can draw again, may be not. a little fear, a little sad, still waiting until my my muse come back.