A bleeding heart.
An emotional release?
Why do I come here, to write out my most personal feelings?
Maybe it is the need to express myself.
I love to express emotional pain and love the most.
It is my melancholy passion.
We all have that need- to be known.
Some people will go to outrageous lengths..to be noticed.
That surely justifies my need to write down my thoughts.
The strange need to let people roam around in the depths of my mind.
I still get a kick out of the fact, that others like to read my thoughts.
I have kept a diary for most of my life.
I write in this journal like I would in my paper diary.
I just start typing out what I feel.
Sometimes it turns into a love note to God...
Sometimes, some odd -prose to life and love....oh do not forget ... my endless odes to.....pain.
I love to let my heart bleed before total strangers.
Oh...the need to be validated in life.
Have you heard anyone say..."I want to be someone when I grow up?"
We are someone silly!
I have met many people in my life, and truly, we are all unique.
I come here mostly, to get into people's heads.
By letting you into mine, you let me into yours.
To be in the mind of someone else.
So many have the need to get out of their own heads....
It is pure pleasure, and freeing, to get into someone else's reality for a minute.
It makes us have a better perspective on life.
Peeking into someone else's existence.
Well, peek away,...my existence consists of not trying to be so smart all of the time....
And to enjoy life.
I come here to my diary, to just let my thoughts flow...
I am a thinker, and if I do not release these lovely expressions of life- I may just cry.
I have been working on some paintings....
I like to paint some strange things.
I also like to paint nude people.
Nude people in strange spiritually symbolic- scenes.
I am thinking about sharing some of them.
They are just paintings of my thoughts.
It still tickles me that you would care to read my thoughts...
Bleeding Flowers...
Hmm
See what I mean?
I just had an idea for a painting.
I must sleep now...
I have my days and nights mixed up.
I like to paint at night...moody atmosphere.
I am covered in paint...and I have sleepy eyes.
You give me a place to bleed my heart.
We are all bleeding hearts...
Just needing to be loved.
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