May 24, 2007
Art flowed out of her; she could draw, paint, she could pretty much create whatever she wished.
She worked passionately.
She could radiate joy, she had a way of happiness that she could sometimes get to; it was a trick, it was dishonest I think, but when she got there she was just so goddamn free, her smile went to the core.
She was dishonest. Which is to say: She was a liar. She gave her soul to cover her mothers lies turned life.
She was broken. She never got free.
She was an exceptional human being.