Stumbled upon the question about her. "How she was so different?", to which I replied,
As a writer I always wrote long ass write ups for her.
As a singer I sang all the songs relating our love to each other.
As an artist , I painted her face eyes closed , and body covered with a single piece of silk/cotton cloth. Transparent or translucent you can call it. I could see her soul with my open naked eyes, she allowed me to see that part of her , she never saw.
As a writer and poet again, I wrote all the songs and crazy poems for her.
Little did I know , that she was always already contented.
She always had her own poems in her fragments of her beautiful mind.
She always knew I was painting her the way I always did , so she'd always act as if she is lost in her own world somewhere with, but little did I know that she was actually posing for me.
She always heard those songs I sang for her the first time, from me, to experience them as of ours.sometimes she wouldn't, she'd just start talking in between.
She always threw her naked soul onto me to catch not just body.
She always avoided that intense eye contact while smoking after making love ,to view the sky even if there were no clouds to make it more beautiful.
She , was something, something else I figured out later.
While dancing on the roof, I'd pull her close to me, and believe me I could see all the stars shining above my head in her eyes, all of them, twinkling in her own skies of those 2 wonderful eyes.and she wouldn't even blink.
And when she was going, she just disappeared like the dusty sand of stars taken away from my arms by wind.
As if I was schizophrenic.
As if she was just a beautiful fragrance of my mind." #words #wordporn #wordart #love #romance #epic #love #different #she #fragmentsofmymind #songs #writeups #painting #art #artist #artistic #schizophernia #stars #stardust #galaxy #love #life #travel #marlboros #cigarette #daydreams #love #life #travels