Not From Here... The Thoughts of a Stranger

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. These are my thoughts as I learn to paint, write, sing, live, love and be loved; as I learn to let go and hold on to life at the right time and in the right degrees.

Mar 14

An Original

I’m in my room. Tight jeans, tube top, and high heels. Looking good. On a high. In the dark. Listening to Usher. Ha - and 100% loving the solitude.

This is my part 2… or 3.

You asked me what I got from talkihng to you. I couldn’t answer then, now I know. I get the illusion that it’s not over. Only that. I certainily don’t get you. And that’s ok. Carma it is. That is all he gets from me. The illusion for himself. What goes around comes around. Right?

Feb 11

Love!

Heart Strings

I laid next to you and rested my heart on your heart. I listened to you breathe in and out. I felt the warmth and the strength of your long body; and I felt the strings of my heart reach out and sew themselves to you.

(MM 2/11/10)