makes you want to
let go.
She makes you want
to feel.
You are left only with
true love and beauty;
it’s her secret, and not a
dark one.
Open like a book,
and this is why these
photographs compliment
her so much.
Bob Marley once
said: “Some people feel
the rain. Others just
get wet.”
These girls feel the
rain
and
get wet!
—
RAPHAEL MAZZUCCO
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—
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)
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