the moment I realized that you can see me. you see the real me. pass my skin, blood vessels and muscles and see my soul, my heart and my spirit. I rejoiced! for so long I have wanted to be seen. I did everything "they" did and was not noticed. I did the opposite and was ignored I then just gave up. disappeared into the black ground, but my soul was reluctant putting words to fire, ice to emotions an clarity to thought

and now, unimaginable to me i was noticed. i am no longer just glanced over but thoroughly investigated and probed about why i write as i do. you see i write from the heart, my emotions laid bare on paper for all to explore. ( maybe someone can fins solace in my words ) instead of finding critic i found comforting words accepting and understanding of my words.

one word plus one make a sentence

two imperfections can complete the art work and create perfection