Imagination

Lack of imagination and possessing a lively world has never been my weak suit. I've been blessed with a strong and vivid imagination, which is one of the reasons why I've loved reading, role playing and writing as a child, and have continued to foster as I've slowly became an adult.

My imagination doesn't go away. I am a creative person by nature and I like to create, whether it is meals, home projects, dancing and dance routines, stories, or drawing and painting. However, my imagination is dependent on my mood and the perception of level I perceive myself to possess. If I am feeling sad, going through difficult situations, and experiencing the blues, my creations resemble that. My paintings tend to heavily carry darker tones, greater amount of shadowing and other darker elements. I tend to reader more macabre stories, with tragic drama in them. Even the world I experience, is entirely different. The trees, the sun and the noises outside tends to reinvigorate me and tends to inspire me to see the pure beauty in nature, i myself and in people in a more humanist, optimistic and lighter way vs the more darker elements charged within my veins.

Does this hold for true others, I wonder.

Part of Me Now

Another line across the date. One day closer. My stomach is in knots. I can't believe we lived through that. Unbelievable. That was the experience of a life time. Extremely special, confusing, confounding and has brought us to another dimension now. To be able to do this, it takes so much out of a person, of a couple. Now, we're here, comfortably, in unison and happiness, without regrets.

This is something I will never be able to forget, never be able to let go. I'll always relieve those moments, again and again and something in me has completely embraces this idea, this notion and action so wholly that I am unsure how I will be able to untangle it from my own identity. It is now, forever a part of me.