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About Me

Always craving culture and human contact, that will never change. I'm a little delirious lately, but I'll make it through. Love acoustics, all forms of art, being outdoors, the park - you know, all that boring stuff. I'm a damn good writer, but it takes me forever to feel my words into perfection. I am high maintenence fantasy, low maintenence reality. I can never get enough, and nothing will ever be good enough, lol. *sigh* My mind and my heart will never be still. I'll always be restless and wanting something to pour myself in to. I always will be the texture of paint - and though my colors may change: I will remain smooth, and soothing, and brilliant in all the facets of my life.P.S. ALL IMAGES ON MY PAGE ARE COPY RIGHTED IMAGES AND YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION TO STEAL THEM!!!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

God. Every single day I ask him, "Father, why did you make someone like me?" and he only answers, "To do my work." But how do I know what that is?! Or if I'm doing it? He shows me undeniable signs when I am on the right path, or what the correct decision is to make; but what if I'm on the wrong path? What about the wrong decision? It seems that in the cool crisp silence we find that, even alone, we will live through and go on. There is a peace in that silence that seems to suffocate us. Thank you, Father, for my children, and for every blessing that I have, that I take for granted. Musicians, writers, painters, artists. Oh, and those artsy people (lol, I had to refrain from making the generalized "art student" comment). I am always afraid there aren't enough of us in the world. And, btw, I'm sorry to those stupid art students I berated the other day. Yes, I meant what I said, and yes I think those shoes are retrarded and I'm still upset that your "style" has become a trend. But not because the trend is horrendous(well, some of it is) but because those mismatched items are actually kinda cool. And I think that it's the individuality that makes you so unique and different and fun. But most of all I think I envy your outlook and attitude. Your life seems to have such an ease of flow. Like it's all ok and we can just do what we like and what we want and we can all just be in love and happy. That's where I want to be.

My Blog

The cabin project.

The cold is creeping in my love.Let's gather firewood, and we'll light up a night that never belonged to us.
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 07:56:00 GMT

Humming birds don't know it's food, they just know it's red.

There is a winda breezethat convinces the heart to flyand caress the tree topsleaves that turn to show their silver belliesa wave goodbye to those that are fleetingThere is a darkness that calmseven t...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 20:12:00 GMT

A heart washed up on battered shores...

my lover rises from the mist.his eyes, blanketed in silencea soul, barely able to shut out the dark.a pullof great emotionflowing through the center of me, sweet and sadlike loveoverwhelmed with long ...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 21:20:00 GMT

Outlets for the emotionally impaired.

Why have we been condemned to an exhile among dreamy strangers who make us give up all desire for rest, for friendship, for the sound of human voices? How have we lost the smells of skin and love and ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:49:00 GMT

Use art to fill a void.

Fleetwood MacToday was one of those days. The ones where it's cold out and it's raining and my bed was warm, and so were my dreams. Now, I know this will sound weird, and I know he wasn't the most att...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:31:00 GMT

Camouflage

"Ninja in a Box."I needed a moment to snap out of my own head, and just the thought of this made me laugh hysterically. And then I pictured the whole scene and it made me laugh even harder! I would to...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:13:00 GMT

Things that are hard to believe in.

Double ring galaxies.Uncomplicated love.Fictional dreams.The difference touch makes.Daddy long legs can kill you.Pi never ends.The fragility of life.Distance in space is measured by time that has alre...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 14:23:00 GMT

The art of being not quite human.

All the rest cameThey tried to make me laughThey played their games with meSome games were for fun and some were for keepsAnd then ran away into the windLeaving me In the ruins of gamesNot knowing whi...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:10:00 GMT

across the universe

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither while they pass and slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 14:14:00 GMT

Love is the only answer, never mind what the question is.

Too much sunwithin the endless summershas made my mind forgetwhose pleasure prisoner I waswhen the knot was tied.Who I pretended toor who pretended to methat we were living outthe lovers' dream.Who I ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 03:03:00 GMT