I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.

I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.

Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

My favourite people, biggest inspirations and closest friends are all women. Not a coincidence.

My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.