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"My Kaleidescope Heart"- Tesseract Gypsy (acrylic on canvas)

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Sometimes you want to fall apart, to simply shatter into a million pieces, swept up by the wind, scattered to the far reaches of the earth, to be picked through by the ones that recognize themselves in your parts. It is only then that you truly feel whole.

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Don't put me on a pedestal, or ask me to be a princess

I'm not frail or fragile or waiting to be saved

I am independent and forward moving...

At least these are all the things I tell myself and then I also want

You to tell me that you think my emerald eyes are radiant

Write me a love note and make me feel your warmth and your surrender and your love in those 26 letters of various combinations

Be my partner, my lover, my land of eternal exploration, my experiment and my scientist

Let us lay in bed for a little while, blankets pulled up, retelling memories to each other and laughing until we cry

Let me be both sides. I want to have both sides. Love me, both sides.

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And we are passengers on this rollercoaster together,

Strapped in, buckled in, tied in.

And we clasp hands as the ride comes up and up and up.

And as the ride peaks, we giggle and laugh and wonder about what comes next.

But the downward spiral is too fast to keep holding hands, so we hold the bars for dear life, struggling to breathe from our own seats, feet dangling, anticipating the next twist and turn.

Then it slows down as we turn a corner, and again we hold hands tightly, for fear this time of losing track of each other again. And it climbs up and up and up, and we can breathe, a bit more shallow but a breath none the less.

And we hit that last peak and we look to each other, no longer laughing, but terrified sadness of the next few turns and knowing that we are nearing the end. Again we drop, and again our hands clasp the railings of our seats, our legs and arms locked into a place of survival, and we stay there, until the ride comes to a close. And as the seat comes to a jarring halt, you ask, "do you want to do it again?" to which I reply "Every Day."

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... keep me grounded... Before I run.

Acrylic and copper with thread on canvas

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"To the land of the fairies we go"

Photo by: Tesseract Gypsy