Empty canvas

Yesterday was a great day. I got encouraging remarks about my research, my friend said she loves this blog, I was on top of the world. But today, not so. I am lethargic, hollow, I doubt everything, why am I doing all this?

I buy more canvas. This is a good time to paint. I don't know what to write. I wonder where I will get the strength from. I remember the good times. Dancing, swimming by the beach, not a care in the world. What happened to those days? Faces and voices of people I love. My home. Rio. Will I ever see these places again?