prose

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed _ go mad for what you believe in.

You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

... and you might say __o, you will never do that, that__ not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were__nd I will say__atch me__or I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there__ always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down _ it__ more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life?Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life.

The universe on your skin is emptyfrom all the silence on your tongue.Forgive yourself. Let your body healfrom all the wounds you did not inflicton yourself. Drop the sword you carryon your shoulder for self-defense.Lower the armor you hold high upfor protection. Those who harmed youare not going to come back. Those whohave left never intended to return.

The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessing__verything else. No love ever deserves to end.

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today....

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and why I don__ want to look like this and be like thatbut still here I am and if this is the body I__e been given I__ sure as hell gonna make it work.

And when they dusted my mind for your fingerprints they found yours.

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...

Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in innocence andunquestioning love.A butterfly kisslands gently upon my cheekfrom an unseen childa kiss most sweet.Heaven grants graceand tears followas youth revisitsthis empty hollow.

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...

You were the hardest year of my life and I__e never been so happy. What does that say about me?

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...