You must be confusing me with who I use to be, but I’m not her anymore. I’m not a sad and pathetic empath who can’t keep it together.No.And no, I’m not, I'm a cancer survivor. I’m not ex-lover, sister or daughter.No. No. I’m not a Natural Health Crusader, and I don’t care about people. No. I’m not a friend, and I’m not all my loose ends. No. And I’m not a runner. I'm not a fighter.I’m not an athlete, and I’m not lesbian and I’m not straight. I'm not bi either. No.I’m not short, I’m not tall and I'm not like a seahorse. No, not at all. And I’m not a Long. I’m not a Sarah. No...not even a little bit. What I really am, am, am...What I am is a no thing.  A particle in the quantum field, ya see. So I do not exist in any time or any place, but I am everything and I am everywhere all the time. And these things I use to be.They’re just part of the story I was telling because I am.Telling my story.Every damn day, the life I have, I created it.So I'm just like, "shit son, if I created such a shitty life maybe I can change it to a really good one."And so that’s what I’m doing. I’m rewriting my life. Or writing my new life...I dunno, either way, I'm doing something pretty special. So, on that note, allow me to introduce myself.I am unknown.I am supernatural, and I am becoming Artist Sarah Long...I have yet to figure out who she is, but I am excited to find out. I'm out. LET’S BE SOCIALConnect with me via my favourite hangouts;+ @ ArtistSarahLong on Instagram+ @AlcoholInkArtStories+ Art Stories Site+ Confessions of an Empath