Life, life
inspires me. Its trials, its hardships, the experiences of Love,
experiences of hate. The way a hawk glides through the air, the way the
grass shines under the moon. The sparkle of the stars, and the colors
of the rising and setting sun; the golden leaves of fall. All of this
inspires me, and so much more. The humans I interact with, and the
trials they endure. The effects of the rising moon. The twinkle in a
loved one's eyes after a passionate kiss. The experience of life is
enough to fuel all of my passion; my love, my hate, my pencil! The
experiences of life make my woodtone flow.
-Fallon Alistair, XIII- November 19th, 2002
I draw
inspiration from life itself, from the drudgery of school and work, to
the wonderous insanity that I revel in as often as possible. Nature
shows me so many beautiful things that I feel the need to write about
that, too. However, my main inspiration comes from my one love, my
soulmate, Michael. A soulmate is that missing part of yourself, the
part that seems to elude everyone's grasp. No matter how hard they try.
I didn't think it possible, but soulmates do indeed exist, though they
can be extremely difficult to find.Michael is a truly amazing person, and I
admire him deeply, for many reasons. He is my equal, my opposite, my
missing part. I may sound like a hopeless romantic (But isn't that what
I am already?), and many will say i'm far too young at seventeen to
know what love really is (Perhaps I am... Ask me if I give a damn)...
to which I will simply say this:
I love Michael. I love him with
all that I am, and more. I don't know why I love him as I do, and
I don't really need to know the answer to that. All I know is that he loves me too... And that is more than enough.
Yes - I did meet him over the internet. And yes... yes I have met him
in person, if only once so far. But when you really think about it,
that's only a trivial matter. In the one week that he was here, we
shared three years worth of love, and then some. There was doubt
in my heart at one point when it came to our situation, don't get me
wrong about that. Though after that one week, the doubt has been
demolished.
I realize that many people would
laugh at me, and see me as a silly girl with silly dreams.
And you know what? I welcome them to do so. I don't care
anymore.
