The man in my life is Leonardo da vinci

I have fallen in love with a man that died many years ago…he was beautiful and a true human genius.  I first met him on an audio book and learned of his behaviors and attitudes that matched my own.  The most influential person in my life was found in my mid-thirties??  Let’s just say he is my new romantic interest.  From the day I listened to the words on the CD about his work, made me want to be a better person and strive for more than my present condition.  My senses have been multiplied a million times over.  I thought I was in a glass jar with my artistic creative mind and the lid to trap me from sharing my ideas to others.  I’ve learned to love and share again.  My world isn’t broken anymore.  There is a brand new promise that I can cling and hold on to.  He is the ghost that I have been searching for all my life.  If I had only met Leonardo when I was a little child.  He could have whispered his wise advice and kept me from the harms of the whole population I was exposed to as I became an adult.  I can’t pretend that I wasn’t bullied in my teens for being too creative, too outgoing, too skinny, and too intelligent.  I have put to death this ideal that I can’t express my mind and the flood of information from my journey is useless.  I banish the traps of the opinions of others.  I put my head down to take a nap and day dream about what my heavenly artistic man would be doing at that very moment.  Sometimes my inspirations happen before and after my dreams.  Why shut off the content and direction of my career aspirations?  This time I invested knowing how Leonardo spent his days and it made me stop watching television or listening to the marketing vibe on the media circuit.  Guess my years of trying to write for other people, I should start to express myself any way I choose.  Now I don’t care if people “get” my output of my art therapy…I know what it means to me and that includes getting rid of the pain I held inside.  I am not a murderer.  I am just drawing the things that have destroyed me over the years.  My spirit and soul reached to a higher level and that is how I came to free up space for my new relationship.  His intelligence is worth a thousand men to me.  My love for him is forever.

Loving a dead man
Loving a dead man
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