By the time I was free to be myself, you were long gone. Distance is a wall and silence builds it brick by brick. And now, where are we standing? Between gaps in time, the words always come too late. Oh, how I wanted to show you all that I am, all I have to...

The traveler has no home. They belong to everyone and no one. But I, the tree, grow roots to shade...

You, who rebelled against nature and declared belonging a loss: For to be is not to be. "The world is my oyster and I am its pearl. No..." 

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

Do not ask me to choose between the sun and the moon, between night and day, between earth and sky and water... for I could never choose...

I caught a glimpse of a world that lives on love, and ever since my mind has been high up above. They bend all rules to fly freely, there is no better way really: to live as chaos becomes magic and whims become logic, the world itself inside out, backwards and upside down...

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...

I ripped out every part of myself, spilled my guts on the floor, my beating heart staring at me...

Anarchy: the moth emerging from its cocoon saying, "This is me."

I can only accept what the universe has ordained as you unwittingly unravel my life to reveal all along I’ve been...

I swim in the oceans of Neptune, I run across the plains of Mars, and make love on the Moon...

Let me not feed my inner beast, my most magnificent and exquisite beast. I pray that cold shoulders will keep her dormant, stunted, and frosts quell her thirst. Waiting for...

My existence is rebellion, my love for you pure anarchy. My radical acceptance leaves me smiling as the world burns down...

Lonely are we who love too much and must be cast aside to appease the limitations of the world. Have they all...

Brave is that druid who risked its life to render the most magnificent, exquisite bloom...

Give me a seed and I will grow a garden. Give me a hand and I will never let go. Give me love and...

Most magnificent and terrifying, standing at the precipice of death, giving birth to new life: the ultimate gift, the ultimate sacrifice

I tread on the suspense of not knowing, the bittersweet...My infinitely impatient nature remains outwardly still and frozen, unable to open