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—
it’s ageless.
A lot burns inside this
body . . .
A mischievous longing . . .
cravings . . .
a wicked hunger—
I am an insatiable
beast . . .
I believe we are all born
with a plan . . .
I love who my boys are—
I also know . . . the
dance . . .
When I want to give them
the world—
I must give them love
instead—
They know every action has a
repercussion—
good or bad—it’s their
choice.
I am grateful to have such
interesting, bold, and
brave boys.
Everyone deserves
love . . . (especially
those who don’t believe
they do)
I end up
biting off a lot . . .
I take big risks—
The most valuable currency I
have is my heart.
I deserve to have loving,
romantic relationships,
full of passion and
kindness—but . . .
with a twist . . .
a challenge . . .
An unexpected feeling—
abandonment of self—
to enter another’s world.
Try it on . . . shape shift—
It’s hard to believe that
Emma and I have known
each other over twenty
years . . .
We have traveled the world
together. She knows me so
well . . . The good, bad
and . . . ugly.
We’ve gotten ourselves
into some pretty strange
places—
And . . .
After all this time in
each other’s faces—
we’ve become like
sisters . . . I can’t
hide from her—it’s a
relationship like no
other.
Makeup artists become
confidants . . . they know
all our secrets—
We both have a silly sense of
humor—
and both feel deeply and
care about the world—
Emma is a naturally talented
photographer—
If I were shooting me—I’d
be her.
We envision the same angles.
Being In the moment,
present—within a
fantasy . . .
We shoot quick and
spontaneously. Like two
little girls—
We are always laughing.
Luckily, even before she
branched out and made
this her profession—she
always had her camera in
her hand,
and we have record of some of
our salacious adventures—
I appreciate that she’s
never tried to change me—
only encouraged me to
be me—
It’s organic—
I