Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.