...i often wake to find myself surrounded by loneliness. when nothing -life's trickery- seems to have pushed me to the edge. i force to gather my essence with the strength of a fallen hero searching for her mask,searching for her weapon. because it is my essence that arms me. as i prepare myself flesh, body and mind merge into one for the day that will bring itself upon me. i whisper under my breath sweet blessings and perform sacred rituals of hugging myself as sunlight falls over me like rain...

thank god for COLORS...................... for photographs for paintings... and thank you... for my canvas the one that i am painting and all the colors that i keep adding... all the little beauties that i forget... are with me always.. much like family.. much when i forget to look.