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

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

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

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

I wish the world could see itself through my eyes and know that all the evils come from an inability to love ourselves...

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