Quality of life is all about angles, perceptions, attitudes,
all of which can be changed at will.
Think about it;
you make so many unimportant decisions every day.
Why not make the most important decision of all?:
to love your life,
genuinely love it.
Only you can chase the skeletons from your closet,
lift your rug and sweep under it,
clean up the scrapes on your knees,
pick yourself up and move on.
Everyone has a past,
but (for the time being, at least) I'm letting go of mine.
I'm falling, free-falling, face first into the future.
I am so young.
There is still so much time left to give and receive love.
I will giftwrap that love in the most elegant goldleaf paper,
place elaborate, beautiful bows upon the top,
and give it away to all I encounter.
Otherwise, existence really has no meaning or purpose.
Check under your Christmas trees;
there might still be one small parcel hidden underneath from me.

No man is an island.
But, woman certainly can be.


True solitude is an art, and I, an artist at heart and by nature.
To truly close off one's heart and oneself...
to shut out every unwanted sensory perception...
to remain tight-lipped and exist in numbness...
to disappear from view...
to perfect these crafts takes years of dilligent practice,
of which I have had many.
Solitude, isolation, and vanishing are beautiful, don't you see?
How can you not see the beauty in it?
It abounds. It is plenty. It is real and raw.
Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, when did we become one, you and I?
Was it in childhood that we were bound to exist as such?
Was it developed with the passing of time?
I have never met you,
I do not even know who you are,
yet somehow, we are one in the same.

I, the artist, shall now paint myself with my favorite medium: invisibility.
It's beautiful. It's beautiful. IT'S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

I have the very strong longing to wrap my arms around another human being.

I desire, want, and need to be held.

Not a brief hug.

Not a seven-second embrace.

I need to be held, honest-to-god held.

Until then, I'll hold myself.