While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

Through my former experiences, writing poetry and learning other languages leading up to English I find ways to stitch words together that may seem a bit odd, but somehow, sometimes they do work.

Being as restless as I am by nature, I couldn't simply just be on set, wait for my turn to rehearse for the week. And I kept reading, but it wasn't enough for me.

We have such a finite amount of hours on this planet, and there is just no excuse for living a mundane, predictable life in life.

Definitely routine is the bedrock of our relationship.