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INTRODUCTION

I live beneath the

lowest breath—past

indecision . . .

I have Faith,

I’m painting a picture—

A sculpture in lights . . .

There is an energy in me—

healthy, wild, and

stirring . . .

A “Somnambulist”—living in

a consistent dream state—

Ecstasy,

Blissful, and challenging—

it comes with a price . . .

I draw people to me—who are

difficult—

and when you peel back

the layers—left vulnerable—

wide open—it’s a dangerous

playground—

but, a lovely one—

loving relentlessly from the

deepest parts—

having the strength to pull

back—dip in and out . . .

Intuitively knowing the

Volcano will erupt—to

stand back.

Observe . . .

Love from a distance—

I’m a red hot poker—

Ask my kids—

I push it—

I hope to inspire loved ones

to live with passion

to go to places no one else

has—

We all have secrets

inside . . .

(that drive us . . .)—

We all have a purpose—

It’s curious to me—

Who are we? Why are we here?

It’s not to just exist

and take—

We are here to live . . .

and give—and be

creative . . .

I don’t know how I feel about

beauty—

Or who decided what beauty is—

My mom says beauty comes

from the inside—