Storms take us to the moment we turned our backs to ourselves, so we can return.

It is in the nature of evil to choose potential saints as its vessels, as to mock divinity.

Its glass that shows as brick, and brick that appears as glass. The ones that insist on their fragility are the first to bully the vulnerable.

In a world of judgment, be the justice.

Some people were never worth the rhyme.

Defying all odds with courage of a nightingale.

Good soul keeping is authentic relationships.

We are not at the center of every story, even another’s story, but we are the center of our own story. Let nobody convince you otherwise.

There may be a thousand ways in, but there is only one way out.

Animals do not venture out in a storm. They sense nature’s pulsations, and abide.

Time says, let go.

She’s like sugar, gives you a rush, but robs you of energy.

Decay is also beauty. Plus time.

All curses have a price. And an expiry date.

You know you’ve been led astray when you’re running in circles.

Gather all the pieces of your heart from people that did not want to share their own. Your essence is not a souvenir.

What feels bad is bad because it feels bad. Feelings are our internal emergency system for a situation. It works for us only when we listen.

It’s about experiences, not goals, and it takes a lifetime to understand.

Happiness is more time, and a clear conscience.

That image you have locked in the sky, that’s not me. I’m somewhere else, breathing.

There is a dignity in creation.

We live in a time where façade appropriates the interior.  

Is it God? Or someone pretending to be God.

All this time, proving I’m not your enemy, while not understanding – you were my enemy.

To understand, don’t analyse. Look at its impact.

Through all the prose of life, to look at it still with a poet’s eye, that is the goal.

Keep him, he’s a bargain.

All dreams are potential nightmares.

Memory is a gift of eternity, and no villain should have a shrine.

Molten lava, and other thermal underwear.

Nourish what you have deprived.

To live a good life despite knowing trauma is the greatest gift to oneself.

The moment you think how it will appear to the other, it has lost half its power.

He does not question, he knows.

Follow the path that leads you to the wound that made you stop creating, and start pretending. If you heal it, you’ve regained your soul.

Walking sideways, crab-like, in freeze-frame, there goes the hoax, the flirt. But I painted on the likeness I chose and worshiped the dirt.

A wild spirit is crucial when it comes to creative survival. Remaining untamed is the ultimate protection.

The clearing. The transmutation. The offering.

Dangerous, but dull.

Memory is an illusion just as much as illusions are memory.

The Earth speaks to the stars. And they listen.

A garden of golden delights, she blooms with care.