Alone

As I sit here on a cool Philly Friday night , Alone. My vanilla cappuccino in my hand swirling round and round. I look at my x- acto knife blade and I ponder the possibilities. My mind slowly drift off to Devin who is still at work and Tiara who is safely in the arms of her mother. I wonder, why am I, a 24 year YOUNG woman, sitting here listening to smooth Jazz streaming from by ibook on a night made to go out and Shake it like a salt shaker or whatever they say these days. I ponder this as I drag my blade through the paper, the first cut is always the best, it means no turning back now. I think I go into a trance most of the time,, then the creativity takes over, I can not really tell you what happens as I arrange and rearrange embellishments and photos and cardstock around the layout. Sometimes I snap out of it to see an embellishment in my hand, it seems like I have been looking at it forever, is it suppose to tell me what where it wants to live, I have no clue, however, I keep on staring and back into the trance I go. Working steady and diligently as I seal every seam with precision and through all this I can honestly say I have no sense of time. I feel a warm tear slide down my cheek, I look up to see this. I guess it is only natural as in NATURE, beautiful things is born out of Pain.