Drifting..

Every time i begin to paint i feel an emptiness inside of me. i only seem to find comfort in the warm colors.
one night over the summer i layed down on a rocky beach, letting the waves come up and over my hands and feet. I could feel the cold water just hit my cheeks. i wanted so badly to be carried away with the waves. just disappear with it. I don't know why I'm writing this.. I guess this drawing reminds me of that feeling.. And how I long to feel whole again.