To You Piano Man...

I dont need a man to complete me!

But i must admit there is this one man,
who, when around, makes me feel pretty complete...

now that he is gone things feel pretty lonley...

if your out there, love
understand i am lonely without you,
lonely as in... i have no one else....
i feel no one else...
like i felt you, always there... even when you weren't your heart was with me...

but it has now set mines free

my heart now lingers... in an empty space

alone...

where are you babe?


when i find myself.. i shall then go look for you... because only when i have truly found who im intended to be..
can i be one, with who you truly are...

we are the ingredients of love....


or

you are the ingredient into my heart


we shall be, again... :)


and next time we will bake a cake...I LOVE YOU, my piano man.....




now that he is no longer around,
haven't seen him in a month, life feels pretty incomplete...
struggling to find my purpose without him....
fighting to keep my distance from him in order to find myself...
Funny

i am looking for the person i have been my entire life,
as if me has escaped me...


a little confused if you cant tell...

but out of all this a better artist has emerged... because my inspiration level has increased drastically...

does that mean the escape of my great love has been a benefit instead of a catastrophe... id like to think otherwise..

how can i call him my soul mate when his absence has sprung from within me art...
his absences has brought the words to my heart
that i had been looking for... the duration of our existence as lovers...


Am I alone now?...

FOUND

inspiration has found me it seems..
it feels almost as if there is an invincible layer of creativity that has stumbled upon me. hmmm....
well its been a while, since ive actually posted something. however dont get me wrong ive written a billion other blogs just havent posted them, mostly unfinished because i fail to be truly inspired about anything that i have written. Its funny because to write is my passion, its the only way that i can truly express myself. I remember when i was a kid, when i had problems with my parents or something, i'd sit up all night and write them a letter, then the next morning id fold it nice and perfectly and place it neatly on their pillow lol.. then that was the end of that. i never approached them about it, and they never approached me. However i did get my point across because things did change.

Anyways to this day, there seems to be an endless supply of shit to be said locked inside of me, i just fail to say any of it. I can never write it down because there just doesnt seem to be the words to say any of it. i know im not the only one who feels any of this.. or at least i hope im not.
well dears, because of this endless amount of juice i seem to have inside of me on this day there may be another post soon, maybe a minuet from now... lol dont think me crazy..