How can she be my soul addiction? I do not know her. all I know is a name. I've been contiplating this for awhile now, well two day's to be exact. two day's since she waved to me.. two day's since I made up my mind that I will persue my fantasy and make it reality. But I miserably failed because of course as on cue,my insecurities my own thoughts lead me to a dead end. on the street of happiness. So again only the tree's and wind knows how I feel. perhaps that's how it will stay. I mean who ever heard of falling in love with somebody you know nothing about? or falling in love with someone just because of a nice gesture like the waving of a hello?,God I don't know but whom ever that person is,is a darn fool. Wait... I'm a darn fool. As I sat and thought about it I took out my drawing pad and drew. I didn't draw.. I can't. The painting draws itself. I am just a puppet or a slave to the sequences appearing upon this no longer blank paper. I do this for awhile. No thoughts, No worries, just a free mind as I let the art consume me into the vinrant colors and hue's of this drastic design. I draw as if cast under a spell. And when the spell broke I set down my utincil and looked at me product. I stare at it for awhile. trying to make sense of it. then it appears.. the painting comes alive. As it shows me what my strokes have brought. I just Continue to stare as a face surfaces. it's a.face of a  woman around the same age as me. I stare more as facial features began to pop and take form. It is a gentle jawline, small yet plump lips, It is dark greyish blue eye's, it is bushy yet arched eyebrows, it is long dark hair. it is Her. Melissa. Not only has she taking my mind and heart for hostage but now she is the muse of my paintings. She is my David as I am Michael Angelo. She is my Mona Lisa. But how is she doing this to me when we have never even held a conversation a general one at that.I'm helplessly in Love with a stranger I don't even know...

....To Be Continued...