it doesn't have to mean anything. sometimes I just need to draw something. something about the way her hair falls into her face when she laughs.
something about that crow on that wire that keeps yelling my name as if I've hurt his feelings and he wants me dead and in Hell. something about the way I've never heard anybody say they love me in her western dialect before. I melt whenever she does. hey, I melted the first time she said she liked me.
that's all there is to it. it doesn't have to mean anything. just like dust, rain, chest pain, a cracked windshield, a hole in your sock or a letter from the taxman.