I have been on fire with ideas lately.

Driving and listening to music.

Hearing the news in the morning.

Watching the world around me.

I've scribbled and jotted ideas in my journal.

What has inspired me?

Greed.


I want to create. I want to model. I want to shoot.

I want want want!

_{Greedy b!tch.}




I want to show my face in my nudes. And tonight, it makes me cry that I can't. That I can't/won't let myself make that choice. I am ashamed that I am that weak, that tied to the weights of responsibility... bills and work and community and appearances. I wish I could let it go like others I know who have done so. But the time is not right. And when the time WILL be right, it will be too late.

So I have decided that I will feed my greediness. But cautiously.

There are two of me, and the other one, the one with a face, has been hiding behind rosacea and fear. But I will not hide forever. You just won't find that me here...












_{Uh oh... I'd better get over myself...}

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"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware ~
joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller.



I am aware once again. Aware, awake, and alive...




Sometimes we pour ourselves out only to find we've become just a mess on the floor in someone else's eyes. But then we insert ourselves into the pores of the wood, evaporate, and we find nirvana in a different space and time...
_{Inspired by =believe-hope's deviation Unlike You [link]}

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