A Heart a Day 1

A Heart a Day

Th 1:21AM Jan 13, 2011

This Heart comes from my sister, who inspires me every day, I wish I was inspiring the way she is to me.

But every-time I see her feeling down, I feel as if my world comes crumbling down and theirs nothing that I can do.

ever since she was born my soul has been attached to her, she has been my inspiration and one of the reasons of why I'm here today.

I should be drawing a heart but I really love writing and I am so inspired by her own work that I decided to do this.

I have to admit I hated books until a few years ago but then I found how to let my nightmares out with out them coming back each night haunting me anymore.

I enjoyed it very much but not as much as seeing my sisters work who spent most of her life saying that I received all the talent and she received none.

what load of crap for her to dare and say that. I may have a good imagination on how to create a place that does not exist.

But She, She can actually help you see the things in front of you that you are afraid to see.

she can explain life better than a poet for she doesn't mess around with ripples in the water that that define your way of life.

you can simply understand it no matter who you are. I do not know how to speak, I am cold, I am harsh, I am very rude and before I say a word I do not waste any time to think.

Her in the other hand is way smarter than me; I did manage to mess her up a bit, when she wants to be rude even I can be afraid.

but unlike me she is smart about it, I just go in blazing guns taking no hostages, but she becomes an artist on it.

I can't ovoid but laughing about this things because I believe is true.

My sister has been my best friend my entire life, no other brother and sister I know get along as well as we do.

I do feel and know that I could talk to her about everything In my life, all except of how I feel about my health, my heart, me dying.

just because even tho she is one of my pillars of strength, I feel she might not bet strong enough to understand what goes thru my head every day

and of corse it kills me to se her sad and that topic is a party killer, there is never a good time to talk about this things so I must avoid my daily thinking when she's around me.

because inside of me some times thats all I wish I could talk about. So that is why this heart comes from her because while mine is rapidly dying I use hers to keep me alive.