A ball point sketch of Zelda I drew on my psychology notes.. colored in photoshop. text behind her is from a journal entry of mine a while back: Things pass through us like water through a strainer... occasionally something gets caught in the mesh and it remains with us till it is dislodged (if it ever is). Events, time, people.. they are all things that can be caught. Occasionally we are lucky and something pleasant is caught in us.. other times.. most really.. the unpleasant ones are the ones who linger in us the longest. The ones worth holding are so very fragile.. and may turn to dust at any moment. While the painful ones are like tar. It clings to us, sticks to us, drags us down, and holds us. But every once in awhile you run into someone that helps pull it from you. There may be a stain left on your soul from it, but that goes with anything. They always leave their mark, its just a matter of if its remembered or not. But its always there. But this 'someone,' they remind you that its the past.. while it still plays apart in you history.. its already happened, and it doesn't prevent you from moving on to better things. They wipe away the tears and pain.. help you remember that you can pull yourself out of your ruts.. away from the tar, and move on.