argh! worked until 2:30 AM on an art project only to wake up to find my computer had erased it!!!!!!

I looked down at hands too tired to create, too battered and weary from the last creation, prematurely erased into oblivion. Too depressed to guide the graphite into the supple curves and strokes that would form the manifestation of their passion. Hands that were too devoid of will to oblige the mind, restless with the buzzing of ideas that consumed its conciousness, unable to liberate a single idea into existance. Hands that helped participate in the birth of a new creation, helped it grow, turning it into something greator than its creator, only to see it murdered, its last shriek of agony only audible to its creator, all at once rejoicing in its short existance and mourning the interactios that would never come to pass with those who would never see it.