"Yoshi is a free spirit." Something that isn't unusual to hear when it comes to me. I'm the type to want to fly free at all times...yet I love being tied down. Ironic? Very. Relationships have always offered comfort in my chaotic existence. I guess they give me a sense of belonging. You see, I'm a square peg in a round world. I don't really fit in. The blessing and curse of being, truly, an individual.
I'm in love with love and beauty in all aspects. I'm also a flirt. I play on both sides of the rainbow, but only one can have my heart at a time. I find myself having to downplay my sexuality. I thought it was every man's fantasy to have a woman that loved women...but I find that most of them, can't handle that fact hanging over their head. But, then again, I'm just not your typical female.
Guess I'm more intimidating that I thought...
"I am made up of some complicated pieces that, when placed together correctly, create a simple puzzle." - Joaquin Capehart
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Remebrance
I remember when I used to depend on your validation for mine.
I remember when ONLY your vision of me mattered.
A lot has changed over the past year or so.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Blocked
"Never explain yourself. Your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it."
That quote has been resonating, in my mind, all day. As a creature of pure randomness, I find myself caught in the confusion of contemplation and confession. You see, I've always been one to delve deep inside myself and deliver doctrine of what it is to be...me. Yet, life has had it's way with me, lately, and it's become a lot harder to bring forth blessings from my being. Pen and paper always shared significance to me. It was a way of staying connected to myself when such disconnect was taking place around me. It kept me grounded. Kept me sane. But, with what I was dealing with, it seemed inevitable that my lack of expression would spill over into my metaphysical. "Why was I writing, in the first place?" became the only question buzzing through my consciousnesses.
Years have passed and I'm still faced with the same mental block from my past. I've decided that the only remedy for this ailment is to dive, head first, and force the muse. As my mind races, I plan to reach up and grab what's floating by...until it all makes sense.
Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do!
That quote has been resonating, in my mind, all day. As a creature of pure randomness, I find myself caught in the confusion of contemplation and confession. You see, I've always been one to delve deep inside myself and deliver doctrine of what it is to be...me. Yet, life has had it's way with me, lately, and it's become a lot harder to bring forth blessings from my being. Pen and paper always shared significance to me. It was a way of staying connected to myself when such disconnect was taking place around me. It kept me grounded. Kept me sane. But, with what I was dealing with, it seemed inevitable that my lack of expression would spill over into my metaphysical. "Why was I writing, in the first place?" became the only question buzzing through my consciousnesses.
Years have passed and I'm still faced with the same mental block from my past. I've decided that the only remedy for this ailment is to dive, head first, and force the muse. As my mind races, I plan to reach up and grab what's floating by...until it all makes sense.
Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
To Blog Or Not To Blog
So I finally decided to jump back on the bandwagon or blog writing. While I was blogging, apparently, everyone else was sleep. So...here I sit. Ready to delve into myself and pull out whatever it means to be me. Hope you enjoy!
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