The thing is you never know when you’re gonna meet the one.The one that changes you in ways beyond what you ever imagined.Someone who fills in your missing pieces.Someone who helps you find your light.Someone who sees with loveSomeone who loves to love.Someone who gives you butterflies.They make you smile all the time.Just the idea of them brings you joy.Joy is the goal of life.Why?So we can bring Joy with us when we die.And I just think the best way to find joy is through true love.A love that is uplifting.A love that is spiritually connected.A love that is passionate and romantic.A love that is challenging and fun.A love that is unconditional…For it is when we love unconditionally, that we are free to be who are really meant to be.For me, I found my True Love in alcohol ink.It happened so suddenly.Out of the blue.I wasn’t looking for Her…Like I said, we can’t plan these kinds of eventsAnd I’ll be honest, it wasn’t obvious at first.At first, I had some resistance in me that were blocking me off from seeing clearly.But She unblocked me.How?Well, it’s hard to isolate the how’s.There’s so many things about Her that turn me on…Light me up.Sometimes I think it’s Her layers…The depth she makes when I dry her with a heat gun.She looks like glass…I call this the orgasm effect.An orgasm without sex.Yes, She is that powerful.Crazy, I know.But it’s more than just that.It’s the lines and shapes she makes…When I let her dry on her own.Or with the airbrush.Or both.And then there’s Her colours…So rich and breathtaking….She really raises my frequency in each category of self-mastery.So needless to say, She is my missing piece and She inspires me to be all that I can be.She is a masterpiece and I just want the whole world to see how amazing she is.Her uniqueness.She is so real, and raw, and interesting.She’s strange.Very strange. But strange is great.Sometimes She’s very abstract.Hard to look at.But that’s only if you choose to see her like that.I have learned to accept Her, no matter what.She is my drug.Love is a drug.And my role as Her artist.Her lover.Her healer.Her friend.Is to move Her energy around in a way that captures Her essence.Essence is where the magic is.And I have to say, the biggest lesson She’s taught me so far is how to see outside the box.To look at life and love, like I’m God.God does not judge.There are a million different perspectives we can take…Nothing is right or wrong.What you see is a reflection of how we feel about yourself.Thus, nothing is ever what it seems.Knowing this gives me peace.Peace helps me see that She is really a reflection of me…And I AM Her, and she is me.And She helped me become who I was meant to be.And She helped me become who I was meant to be.But it’s crazy when I think about it…How you can be living a certain way for so long.Feeling so low.Feeling so broken and no place to call Home.Like you’ve lost hope.You don’t wanna try anymore…You want a way out.And then suddenly, something happens that causes a reaction, and molecules collide out of nowhere everything changes in the blink of an eye.So I guess what I’m saying is, alcohol inks have the power to save lives.To change minds.To heal hearts.That’s what She did for me.Am I an anomaly?Yes.But we all are aren’t we?Life is very different when you have true love.With True Love, you become a Love Machine whi

I've been carrying you with me for the last few years...  I don’t know why. I guess I’ve been feeling a bit lost.  I think you’re cute. I wanted to get to know you.  But I didn’t realize who you really were until recently.  I don’t know why. I guess it’s just the way we get taught to do life...  The truth gets lost in time.  I grew up. You went away...  Where did you go? I did not know.  But the older I got the worse things got for me, and I guess that’s when I started to think about why I ended up this way more frequently.  I thought a lot about death.  How many ways I could die without committing suicide?  These thoughts made me think about you a lot...in a different way.   I’ve been trying to remember what you were like as a kid.  What you liked and didn’t like.  Unfortunately, most of what I remember is a lot of sad stories.  Hard times that caused a lot of hard cries.  Like the times when you got picked on and made fun for how you looked on the outside.  Kids can be so cruel at times.  And then there’s the times your mom dropped you off and broke your heart every other Sunday at 6 o’clock.   And the times your father tore you apart.   The times your friends made you feel like you weren’t good enough.  I also remember some good times.   Like the times down in Indian Point road.  But those times were few and far between...  I think about what you were like in your teens.   How hard it was to fit in when you were so different.   So strange and abstract.   And I think about what happened after that...  In college... In your twenties.  Then your thirties.  And as I sit here close to fourty, I wonder if you ever imagined you’d become anything close to who I’ve become...  And I wonder if you saw me now when you were really young...  Like back when you were say, 8 or 9 or 10, would you like who I am, back then?  Would you be in awe of me?  Would you want to be like me?  Would you love me the same way I loved Her before she died on me?  And I wonder if you be disappointed in me?  If you knew me in your twenties...  Old enough to know how hard life is, but not fully aware of how dark it can get.  I wonder if you would be devastated about what I did.  The way I handled things.  I wonder if you would be crushed by my bad decisions.  And I wonder if you knew you were going to die from a deadly disease, would you have done things differently than me?  I wonder if you would be afraid of who we were meant to be.  It’s hard to say how you would feel about me.  But as I sit here and daydream about us...  About our life growing up...  About all the stuff that happened to us.  More than anything, I wish I could give you a hug - at every age and every stage.  I wish I could see who you really were.  Your skin. Your eyes. Your teeth.  The lines and shapes your body makes.  Your personality traits.  If I could see you, I would tell you about all the times I messed up and why I hurt us.   I would tell you it wasn’t your fault.  I would tell you how loved you really are.   I would tell you why your mother and your father broke apart and I would tell you how awesome you really are.  I would tell you not to feel sorry for them. I tell you that you don’t have to be their parent.  I would tell you to be a kid. And I would tell you to hold onto your innocence.  I would tell you it’s ok to be strange, and I would tell you it’s cool to have fangs.  But I know I can’t go back in time...  But maybe I can change the future by reminding you here and now, in this moment in time and all the times to come...  I love you so much, my love.  I always have, I just didn’t realize who I was.  I didn’t see you the way I see you now, and I’m so sorry

Red shoes.Pointed.Long legs.Seductive.Black pantyhose. Short skirt.A woman who knows how to make walking look goodSo good you wanna see her dance moves...Where is she going dressed like that anyway?She’s going where she doesn’t wanna go, isn’t she?That’s why she takes her steps slow...And the entire time she’s walking that fine line, she has thoughts running through her mind that make her wonder why she doesn’t stop, drop and roll.Why doesn’t she go back to who she was before?Before what?All the stuff that made her stuck.Stuck in what?Stuck between two worlds.Cuz...That’s when she shot yourself and dropped the gun?You don’t wanna be part of your own murder scene do you, hun?So needless to say, there’s nothing left to go back to unless you want your leftover soup.Chicken noodle is good but not if it’s cold and old.So that’s why she likes to pound herself out with a massage gun she found lying around.The vibration helps her Release trapped emotions stuck in her cells.I think my apartment is making me unwell.Someone is trying to stop me from being free.Too bad I don’t have a real gun.Target practice could be fun.Psylicibin has been fun.How do you like your eggs hun?Over easy my love.Easy come easy go.That’s my new motto. It gives me room to grow.I have this song in my head by the tragically hip, it goes, find somewhere to go. Go where you’re needed. I have no idea where that is...Am I needed?Not even a little bit.I blame it on the system.There’s no place for me. Look at what they did to me...Nothing can fix this.She’s so ugly...This is the noose I can’t escape...Try to find a knife so I can find sanity.Give it time...Maybe it will get better with time.This is why we spend so much time contemplating all the beautiful ways to die, while at the same trying very hard to create an extraordinary life. Life is really strange sometimes.So sometimes it’s nice to get high.Love is my preferred drug.Try to do stuff that feels like a good hug from some you love.I remember being hugged.Hugs aren’t always fun.Who hurt you, hun?I dunno mom.Can you tell my monster to go away, I’m sick and tired of him making me feel this way.OkHow about I make you a treat?I know, how about a nice piece of Pie?Like warm apple pie with ice cream on the side.Yeah, I really love apple pie.And pumpkin pie.And blueberry pie. And cherry pie.Almost any pie is nice...And I love really good sex.A passionate romance.A spiritual connection.Really real, raw, honest conversations.An experience of a lifetime, that lasts a lifetime...So tell me, my love, would you be mine?Sure, but I don’t have a long lifeline.That’s fine.Time isn’t really real.What time zone are you in?I dunno my friend.I think I keep repeating the same day over and over again.This is what happens when we get stuck in time loops, isn’t it?Loops can be daunting.Must check the facts often.Maybe you can find a way out of your loop if you plan your attacks wisely.Plans don’t last.And last time I checked the facts I realized everything is a lie and people have lost their fucking minds.Put a mask on and shut your eyes.Do what they say. Be part of cray-crays.But then I can’t see or breathe.That’s ok.At least you can hear their evil deeds.Eventually, you’ll be part of their plan to kill human beings. Or...Turn off the mainstream med

Welcome to another Art Stories podcast episode by Artist Sarah Long....In case you don't know, Art Stories are inspired by my alcohol ink art paintings.Alcohol ink art will help you create a healing home that helps you become the best version of yourself from the inside out.To shop my collection of original fine art and frequency activators visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlongstore.comFor the full alcohol ink art stories experience visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlong.com/courses/shestheone

Welcome to another Art Stories podcast episode by Artist Sarah Long....In case you don't know, Art Stories are inspired by my alcohol ink art paintings.Alcohol ink art will help you create a healing home that helps you become the best version of yourself from the inside out.To shop my collection of original fine art and frequency activators visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlongstore.comFor the full alcohol ink art stories experience visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlong.com/courses/shestheone

Welcome to another Art Stories podcast episode by Artist Sarah Long....In case you don't know, Art Stories are inspired by my alcohol ink art paintings.Alcohol ink art will help you create a healing home that helps you become the best version of yourself from the inside out.To shop my collection of original fine art and frequency activators visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlongstore.comFor the full alcohol ink art stories experience visit:>>> http:///artistsarahlong.com/courses/shestheone

Welcome to another Art Story by Artist Sarah Long.The stories are inspired by her alcohol ink art paintings which can be found here; http://www.artistsarahlongstore.comSubscribe to the “Art Stories Project” http://artistsarahlong.com/courses/artstoriesprojectSOCIAL MEDIA: @ArtistSarahLongEMAIL: [email protected]

I feel like a grey rainy day in May...But it’s a good day.The trees and flowers are blossoming, so outside looks nice and green. So it feels very healing...And inside I feel comfortable.It’s warm.Comfy.It smells like a good cup of coffee.Bacon and eggs.It feels like a healing home finally.So I guess you could say, we feel at Home today.And I have nice music playing behind me.I’m sitting at my desk, getting ready to dance these fingers on my keyboard....I’m dressed in sweats.A comfy hoodie that’s too big for me, so it looks really baggy on me. And I love that feeling.My desk is in the corn of the room, it faces the window so She can watch the rainfall and all the people walking by.And I sit there holding my warm cup of tea, cuddled up with a blanket wrapped around me, my cats, Kitten and Charlie on top of me and I daydream.And I write...About my life.About how much hate being alive.About how much I wanna do with my life before I die.About how hard it is to get by.About how good life has been since I died.And that’s what I feel like today.Right now anyway.That kind of rainy day that just feels like it’s ok to be....To be at home and to think about things...All the things that sit on the surface of me.The things that bring me both joy and peace.And that’s a great place to be.SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

She wants to leave him.She’s sick and tired of being his mother when he’s supposed to be her lover.But they don’t make love anymore because he doesn’t act like a lover should. He’s lazy.Insecure. Angry. He acts like a baby, and so she has to take care of him and his kids. He thinks he can just come home from work and not do shit. He doesn’t think he should have to clean up and run errands, just because he has a job.He thinks he can sit back on the couch and relax while she does it all.But she has a job too.And she comes home and does all the things he doesn’t do, just to keep things together. She cleans his clothes and makes dinner and takes the kids places and she picks up his shit. And she’s sick of it.That’s why they don’t sleep in the same bed. She says it’s because he snores too much but it’s really because she doesn’t want his touch. Besides all the other stuff, he doesn’t make love, he just fucks. Plus, he’s a one minute man so sex is pointless.He doesn’t care about her needs, he just wants to get off. So he doesn’t care about intimacy, he cares about himself. So needless to say he’s not the kind of man a woman wants to marry.He’s not a man at all really.He’s not a parent to his kids, he is a kid. He’s a monster and he doesn’t give a shit. And all the times he put her down and made her feel small. All the times he bullied her into coming back, saying things like, "I promise I’ll change," but he always goes back to the same old ways. And now she’s done.She's had enough, and she knows it. She feels it in her gut. And it's not a surprise.There’s only so many times you can be nice.She's tried a million times to love him for who he is...She forgives him over and over again. She stays for the kids.But now she knows she can't. She knows he doesn’t love himself and she knows he’ll never really change and she wants more than what he’s willing to give.And now she's afraid of him. She's afraid he's gonna really hurt her or the kids. She knows it's time for her to go. She knows she will leave eventually. It’s just the "when and how" she has to figure out. Because she knows if she doesn’t plan her move wisely, he might take her out.And it's hard to see good people get caught up in these types of stories, for they never really end well - and society doesn't help. But thank God for Angels. They always help. ...If you believe and ask for their help. Lucky for her. She believes.I'm out. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]