It is 4 in the morning. I have not slept for hours due to the pain. It is pretty strong this night. I take the little hand-held and turn it on. The little screen almost blinds me. Trembling with pain I draw. My stylus slips and catches the yellow color. A short yellow line is made. I love mistakes. I go along with it and it becomes a little tree. Something is growing, I feel, with a lot of pain. The nerves repair themselves and reconnect to the muscles. This is what I think. I can feel the energy going through me like a strong current.
I do another one. Electricity moves through the broken nerves and pain scatters all around.
The pain intensifies
Still full, but weaker
Suddenly a woman appears
And appears again, with some dramatic lines between me and her, as if saying: no, Don’t pass.
The pain is about 40 percent strength. I fall asleep.