How he remembers you:

You look, but you don't see.

Soliloquy # 006

Nevertheless, I wonder
If you cut yourself
With the knife
I gave you

Run this way

Pretend this is a wall and you have to jump from tree to tree.

Bend or break - (or, choose)

I love the way some people ruin their lives, just by being who they are not.
I try not to live that way.

I should paint, more.

I haven't been drawing, sketching or painting the past two months and I start to feel empty inside.

Today I had a conversation with a stranger (who apparently knew me) about painting with your own blood (which he thought I did).
I love the color of fresh blood. The bright red... or crimson... but I don't like the color of dried up, dead blood.
I'd rather paint with my soul.

Inspiration

I have listened to all kinds of music, even wrote some of my own, and I must say that there is nothing like instrumentals. You don't have to listen to someone whining about their problems, whining about their failed relationships, whining about their day, telling you about their money problems , their drug addictions, etc,etc. as if we don't all have enough problems in our own daily lives. I prefer music without lyrics now, I can fill it in with my own thoughts instead of someone elses intrusions.

Do you miss her?