The community. Color pencil sketch. My first home away from home. What seemed as a roomate situation slowly turned into this wonderful community and family. A family for those of us that were broken and family less. It was wonderful being apart of all of it. We ate meals together, shared bills, a community garden, and had wonderful conversations. We trusted each other and were there for each other. People left and came back. New people came to stay. It was magical but nothing is as it seems. The magic wore off eventually. What seemed like a black cloud of death rose above our small community, our family. People stole, lied, cheated, and summonsed black magic. What we built became dark and evil. After leaving I was broken and confused. It took a long time to pull myself together and trust people. Witnessing the house being bulldozed I knew it was an end to an era but a beginning to something better. I have learned to trust my intuition, never let people take advantage of you, fill your cup first, and to always wish well on your enemies. Whatever energy you put out into this world will always come back. Life is about harmony and balance.