I saw this ad and I thought of so many creative ideas. Then I thought that there must be thousands of people who would consider themselves to be the super fan of a superwoman. I think that it lays in the meaning of “a” superwoman and “the” superwoman. Then I thought of all the experiences that I never took the time to write. In the world of fascination and beautiful color, there waits a superwoman with words never expressed and never colored with beautiful color from the amore of the young girl, the developing woman, and the yet to be adventurous person. We all have these words never written, but spoken in many tones and strings. Perhaps, the lack of writing these words decreases the natural evolution of our person – the unexpressed superwoman, big and small. Even in writing this, I feel a growing tension mounting to write these thoughts into words. Introduce the world of constant writing, anonymously. These random blogs are excerpts out of life etched into words of a brief statement of I am here, a superwoman. Ah yes the poem part… He loves me he loves me not? What an honest thought. but actions speak louder than words, to pluck a petal away from the heart should I had known better, I would keep the flower whole right from the start.