The Urge.

A secret burns within my mind.
You darling, are attracted to the flames.
I pray that you don’t get burned
attempting to unravel what I hold hostage...

Authority.

If you let me,

the lightning in my heart

could strike the sand in your soul
and turn you to glass,
breakable and honest.
 

The last thing your demons
would taste would be the
poison on my lips,
a kiss that could starve
your anxieties and ignite
your spirit.

My fingerprints
on your skin could
suffocate every doubt and
scrape the worries from your
shoulders.

My body could
be the nourishing well where
you come to heal yourself,
where you remember how to
breathe.

If you let me I could be
yours in a way no one has
been before or will be again.

The Novel.

I am all mystery and secrets,
silently wishing,
that you don’t read into me,
or you’ll know how much
I desire to be always,on your mind.

I am.

I have the greatest responsibility of all.

I am compelled to make people feel,
in a world that tells them not to.

I am committed to speak to you through
words and photographs.

By writing about moments of such magnitude and beauty,
that people rediscover their hearts one more time.

I am here to give meaning to the few decades we spend here.

That is the reason I was sent to Earth.

I....
am an artist.