diary

Yes, Rose. Love is a wonderful feeling!

He will never let her go. Never. she belongs to him..Forever.

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?

So what if he is not part of my present but he is in my future, I know. And everyday I'm going a step closer to my future, to him.

Rose, we are here today. Tomorrow we don__ know where life will take us to. So, as long as we have today in our hands, let__ not slip it from our hands. Let__ live it!

Her Prince! He might not be the handsomest man on earth. Not even the richest one too but he would have the purest of the heart and soul and he will love her with the same purity throughout eternity. He would be her Prince.

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows ...she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time.....

She might not be cinderella to lose her shoe to find her prince or Rapunzel for that matter who will lift him up to set her free only to be lost in him, or Snow-white to be kissed and awakened by a Prince or any other princesses but yet she knows, she believes her destiny has a Prince in store for her - Her man. She would be his Princess and he would be her prince.

Don__ try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

I need to make myself strong on the inside instead of what is on the outside. I know all of this, but why can__ I put any of it into action? I guess that__ why I am in this place.

Maybe we choose to stay in a constant state of ignorance as a protective instinct _ maybe I was just in denial. I just don__ get how you can be completely in love with someone one day, and then all of a sudden you just aren__. I will never forget that day...the day where I became numb.

I long for the day I no longer long for him.

Because zombies can__ go out into the sun, most of them tend to be afraid of anything that can go into the sun and live to tell the tale.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not intellectual. I do not understand abstract act. Only art born of love, passion, pain.

You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.

My journal has become a paper mirror, a topographic map to my mind. It is where I go to sort out confusion and decipher the invisible.