Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.

Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.

How enlightened is wearing God like some do Versace?

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.

Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.

I became a total yes. We don't even have names anymore.