He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn’t flow within the same constellation.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

I want to paint the rest of my days with the best colors.

To put it simply, the lizard brain is purely concerned with survival.

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.

Faith embraces many truths which seem to contradict each other.

Lack of compliance is hindering the investigation.

The actual experience of awakening can only be in the present moment.

The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.

The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.

A sense of humor is an escape valve for the pressures of life.

I am the MacGyver of cooking. If you bring me a piece of bread, cabbage, coconut, mustard greens, pigs feet, pine cones...and a woodpecker, I'll make you a good chicken pot pie.