Raphael Passiany

TALES FROM THE PAINFUL CREVICES OF THE HEART

And so begins along list of tales I would love to share, tales that burned, tales that scalded the skin, tales so cold they froze over what i had left in me. These little tales are my way of letting go of whatever i felt and still feel today and every waking moment, a way for me to tell myself that everything pans out in its own devious, beautiful, dark, sunny way and that all of them were something i had to face to become who i am today, to mold me into the person i have grown to become, to shed tears quietly behind these words knowing full well these tales wont be read by any of those i speak of is saddening yet a relief that it is so.