When I close my eyes, all I see is beautiful colors moving through liquid gold.And I dunno what it is about the way the colors blend in with each other but, it turns me on.It opens me up to more love and I really wanna get down with…her.That’s what I call her now.Calling her by her name was really getting me down.It’s like, I know her but I don’t, and all I want is to know if she felt what I felt, that day we met at the Gateway.But she never contacted me.So I’ll never know.But I’ve been waiting ever since on a sliver hope.The smallest piece of hope you’ve ever seen, and quite frankly it’s embarrassing.But she reminds me of who I wanna love and who I wanna be, and she reminds me of who I could be if I loved me like she loved me when she saw me the first time.And I saw her.And she knew I was surrounded by pure love cause she could see and feel my pose or dead friends and relatives.And she’s the one that told me to be strong.To show up and fight for what I want, cause my goals aren't that audacious.She’s the one that said not everyone gets as lucky as me to do something so big and that I need to show up every day and write like my life depends on it.And so I did.That’s when I found out who I am and what I want, and that’s when I realized I needed to become the world’s greatest alcohol ink artist…And since then I’ve been a work in progress.She’s who I think about when I alcohol ink.She’s the colors moving all through me and I just can’t get enough of her...Which makes me wonder if my sliver hope will be enough for law of attraction to bring us together…even if she never got the letter?LET’S BE SOCIALConnect with me via my favourite hangouts;+ @ ArtistSarahLong on Instagram+ @AlcoholInkArtStories+ Art Stories Site+ Confessions of an Empath