Twisted Fairy tale

Always a bride in my mind. Never in reality. The day that I am, I will never be again. So as for now, I'll embrace my false reality. Every dream holds a different dress and although unreal, I am always a bride.

Pause

I am waiting for my future. It feels so far behind me. I keep going and going. Perhaps a pause will help catch it up. So I am pausing for 18 months.

Sunset, Solitude

When the sun sets, the darkness comes. We enter the next world alone. Our dreams carry the faces and voices of those who aren't really there. Do we fear the darkness? Do we fear the solitude?

Waiting

Sitting and wishing and hoping and praying. Waiting for the day that my dreams will come true. The struggle to find a way, the patience I endure. The hope that my dream won't be another Santa Claus or shooting star.

Look Up

Look up, he said, so I do. Some days I forget what I am looking for. My eyes turn down and its dark. I remember what I need. I look up towards the light, trying not to forget.

Who I Am?

I have been told who I am all my life. Somehow I still don't know. The urge to take it all off. The make-up, the clothes, the pressure... Wash it away with the tears, water, rain. I want me. That girl, my friend, she is there when it all comes off.

Ragweed Doll

The ability to bring out the beautiful in that which is seen to be ugly, awkward or an irritant is to have the gift of an Artist. The Ultimate Artist is the creator of this world. In those footsteps will I follow.