projecta119

So I broke out the old journal, about 5 thanksgivings ago.... i was pretty miserable... because of a woman... anyhow here's something I wrote..(i'm thinking of transcribing my written journal to here for safe keeping) ... i don't think it means as much now.. at the time.. it was, oh sooo profound.

Observe her grace,
She looms like abstract art,
She'll crush my silouette with only her gaze.
Visions and rust can never break me.
But imagine, that boiling point and suffering like some gorgeous headache.

the woman who inspired this made me feel so alive and so dead ... and I had a headache for like two weeks afterwards/

okay this is from my art book... and i wrote it on the back of one of my pictures of her and me...

"This photograph is my proof that there was an afternoon when things were still good between us, and she embraced me and we were so happy, happy she did love me... Look, see for yourself."

my hand written journal is full of a lot of miserable experiences..... I guess that's one of the big influences in my life...