I used to get that tingly feeling all throughout when I smelled his cologne. The kind of smell that brings back memories in your head faster than you can try to forget them.

When I heard the sound of a truck parallel parking on my narrow street, I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach.

I used to think art was defined by paint on a canvas or words on paper. Experience has changed me, and now I think art can be the way someone else's soul can make yours light up in a way it never could have before. Art is the beauty you find in things.

I used to crave tobacco in the worst way when I watched him open his Copenhagen can and fill his lip. Maybe I confused the tobacco for the taste of his lips. I wanted to share his interests, so I'd light up a Marlboro smooth and cross my legs in the passenger seat.

I used to think that my soul needed an equal to balance the unhappiness I felt when I was alone. Experience has changed me and now I feel that I can balance myself on my own.

How powerful is it to look into an antique mirror and compliment yourself before you realize how beautiful the mirror is?

How powerful is it to know your worth? It's incredibly artistic. I’ve learned that I can create fire in my soul all on my own.

I still consider those intricate paintings and poems to be art. I'm just realizing that I'm artistic in real life situations. It makes sense; we apply what we know.

The people I meet and the relationships I build contribute to who I am. Building a better and stronger relationship with myself not only contributes to my character but also makes me emotionally invincible. I stopped chasing love; I fell in love with myself.

I smell my favorite perfume and I get that tingly feeling all throughout. I picture myself in my favorite black dress with the feeling of confidence flowing through every vein. This is beautiful; art is beautiful.

When I hear the sound of my laugh I fall in love. It’s so effortless now and so much better that it doesn’t have to be forced.

I know my words are poetry, but the words that opened my eyes were dirt. I create beautiful colors with my words and I'm tired of being beaten black and blue from the words and emotions of others.

I don’t crave tobacco like I once did. I know it is because I do not crave the lips of anyone. My lips taste like my favorite cherry lip balm and my words taste like poetry, so when I’m feeling lonely all I need are my red, painted lips and my favorite book.

I am tired of wasting my energy providing others with a reaction to feed their ego. The only reaction I want is a positive one reflecting on how I feel about myself. I will choose those who choose me because I am a choice, not a game piece.

I call this the art of being alone.

I choose art over child's play.

I'm no longer interested in games; I am interested in the art of being alone.