«i inspire & i create words & pictures with each breath in, and i write & draw them in my memory with each breath out ~ it is fluid, it flows, it is impromptu, it is out my control ~ but it does not replace my life nor consume my life – anymore – it merely is the surplus and the overspill of my passion, my love, my soul, my peace, my mind.» READ MORE ~>
even if I died tonight ~
it wouldn’t matter if you knew how much I loved you
it only matters
how much I loved you
you may have crushed my heart,
but you did not crush my spirit.
i did not shrink,
i let go,
i grew taller.
i forgave you,
i forgave myself.
i forgave the stars.
the love i have, the love i gave ~
is forever violet,
inspired by ~
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~ Mark Twain
my eX sat up from where he was laying
on an old mattress
next to a big over-stuffed backpack
in the middle of the floor
in a cement walled room
adorned only by a small high window
with burglar bars on it.
he looked weary
as tho he’d been physically, and mentally, traveling
a rough, long, hard, and dusty journey.
he had on a dread-lock type hair covering wig
which slipped off to reveal tinfoil on his head
when he looked up at me.
his bare torso and arms were covered with interesting black ink tattoos
in a hieroglyphic and iconic style,
with a few words in various languages,
vague names, and a few dates interspersed
between maori & african & celtic motifs.
the body art started low on his waist,
wrapping & snaking up & around his chest and back
then splitting and traveling down each of his arms.
he revealed it was “his story”
and mumbled that the tattooing & the story were not finished ~ yet.
[please read more of this short faery-tale]
we want something to happen to us
we realize no one else is going to make it so for us
we decide to embark on a voyage
we choose to become the captain of our vessel of discovery
we seek a voyage in order to discover
a new land,
a new opportunity,
a new friend,
a new love,
a new life,
a new self