she took some steps back, far enough she thought to be able to see, the image she thought she is working on. Her heavy breath keeps leaving traces as if reminding her to stay living. Once awhile she feels tickle on the tips of her fingers. It s the tips of the flame inside her trying to find the way out to do the drawing. But she knows too well, she can not let that happen. She knows too well, watching the dust line she created pains her more. But she knows too well, she will never have that image done, cuz even her steps will burn it to dust.