I really thought I would never return to typing my feelings into a computer and transforming them through a pen to paper. I always used my artwork as an escape of my conquering feelings but, dare i say it, lately it hasn't been working. I guess you can call it my lyrical justice.

I believe it was Shakespeare who wrote the famous line,
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet? "Romeo and Juliet, (II, ii, 1-2)

Call me a jealous crazed woman, but no name that bears the name "rose" smells as sweetly to I. For that name lingers in my thoughts. Thoughts of how another of that name took the same bed with someone dear to me. The name haunts my thoughts for reasons an ear would scurry away from. A tale I dare not remember, not at least willingly. But in a sense i feel i share the same tragedy hidden within those few lines above. But the sole difference of my situation would be the war within my head and soul. Instead of the starcross'd lovers Shakespeare wrote so beautifully about, my tragedy is that of two simple thoughts. Thoughts and feelings I would love to disapate. A war almost, that i know i surly cannot win. Can i trust my heart and open it again? Or shall I take a metaphorpical dagger to my love and trust my head and gut? Shall I reject my feelings as Juliet asked romeo to deny thy father?

Who knows what will be my outcome of the tragedy I am playing in. If i can take control of my feelings and trust myself I believe i can change this war for my own good.