I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons

I think it's misleading to think that art is only there for escapism, only there for our dreams of being rich and f - king whoever we wanna f - k.

They say that I am a poet I wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottle emotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle on distant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and for that matter as to whether I ever get my point across or my love

intelligence is intuitive you needn't learn to love unless you've been taught to fear and hate

I'm usually trying to get back into the dream or analyzing the dream. And yeah, the days, most days begin like that.

I think that heartbreak is a good thing.

Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.