Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

You, me, this city, this country, we will always have a choice.When you stand up to be counted, tell the world, THIS IS MY VOICE. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you