After I finished my painting. I stopped staring and looked at my mini studio, well it's the basement of my home. But I call it a art studio because it has nothing in here but my art stuff. Yes I am an aspiring artist I hope to be close enough to Vangue's level or even Picasso's. I take the canvas and put it with the other's signing her name on the bottom. I then put one of the sheets I use to cover my paintings with. I looked around for a bit then walked back to the main part of the house.

As I walk to my bedroom I look at the wall's. which are partly blank because I have no life. As in my family dis-owned me. I have had the type of life one would call secluded. I'm not considered anti-social,but I will say I mostly stick to myself. I've tried the social stigma scene but it just doesn't work for me anymore. I'm better off by myself. The halls of my house tell of a story. It tell's the story of a 22 year old man with a broken soul. coming from a broken home. these empty wall's tell of my nonchalant family life. But don't think it's all bad because with the uptight restricted family I have,you'd find it better I live this way. I walk into my room feeling the lonely atmosphere I always feel. I guess having a pretty big house to yourself is hard. it's lonely. it's barbaric. it's... lonely. I walk to my bedroom window, which I do often to see the outscurs of life on the other side of this glass that seperates me from it.that's when I once again see my muse... my Cleopatra as I am Cesar. ugh and the Mark Anthony of this fantasy? my own feelings. I watch her, I know seems stalkerish but I'm sure any man would do so with this iridescent beauty. I watch her check her mailbox as the wind blows her long brown her to make it disburst in such a beautiful way. Then a car pulls up and she waves happily. I watch intently. out emerges a man. with a good build. like a personal gym trainer. bit with a little less bulk. I watch more. brother maybe?, Then my thoughts crumble as she is picked up like a woman from some erotic Love story. he picks her up and spins her around ending his little epilogue with a simple kiss. brothers and sister's don't kiss Michael, I mentally smack myself as I argue with my own mind. I quickly pull away from the window just like my heart from my chest..

To Be Continued....