Who am I
Or shall I say who was I before
Before I was yours
Its hard to recall now
You would not have liked me then
No one has ever liked that me
I painted in the dark sometimes and without brush
Just fingertips , and I never used an easel
Just sat Indian style on the tattered wooden floor
Bare foot, dazed id emerge a day later paint in my already dyed hair dark circles of mascara
I loved the smell right before it rains
Do you know that
Do you
I would take a walk as far from the man made as I could get and I would look up and let drops hit my face
I sometimes laughed when I was alone
Maybe I thought of a funny thing maybe I just liked my own laugh
My best friend says I am a dreamer a free spirit
Hahhaha
Imagine me with any spirit at all
I bite my thumb when im worried my mother did the same I have lil scars from it
I love to learn anything and everything
My mind is never full ..ever
I loved to sculpt to make something from nothing
Fall is my favorite season
it is the witch in me
I am closest to the veil
and I can even be happy now and again in the autumn
Did you know I am a Capricorn
Did you know that
And I believe a million things
Most contradict themselves
I believe in true love
And I notice everything remember everything
Every little thing
The lines of my mothers knuckles
The way your car smelled the first day
I know every line in your face even in the dark
I walk a fine line between here and there
Silly things are so important to me lil gestures
Small touches
A whisper, a sigh
The flower you brought me
When you put my mothers ring on my finger
Sometimes I think you see me
Every once in a while I catch your stare
And I have to rush hush her
I have to remind me who you want me to be
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Submission Name: truth be told
