“Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.”

It’s what I do best; go deep in the roots and open the wounds.

Have you ever felt as you had everything all the love in the world when you were completely alone and only had yourself?

Golden bracelets, diamonds and rare blue pearls. New gadgets and sparkling shoes, Things I do not own left languishing in the wooden drawer I do not have. I am too busy walking in parks admiring the city from afar and mesmerising dancing trees.

You touched a piece of my soul with your mind. A piece I didn’t know my body carried, the one that makes me feel alive the most.

Don’t mind me if I look at the ground today. My eyes are carrying the tears that kept the night awake.

You gave me a sense of peace, I thought I never deserved to give myself.

My loneliness envies company. I searched for it for years, a specific kind of love. We all dream of something perfect though could find something so much more beautiful.

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Though I kept missing you every day, I missed myself more when I wasn’t alone and finding my soul again was the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

Is it the obstacles that stop us from blossoming among our scariest worries or is it the fears themselves?

You taught me how to be kind, generous, honest, truthful, trustworthy, authentic, by simply being yourself.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

Some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

Emotions, particularly anger, are like fire. They can cook your food and keep you warm, or they can burn your house down.

Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.

Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned. Mistake overturned so I call it a lesson learned. My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned…another lesson learned.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

Many casting directors won’t hire aspiring actors because you might be burning some chick’s headshot under the table so she doesn’t get the part.

I don’t have a strict diet; I keep it simple. I try to eat fish, meat, veg and carbs – potatoes and rice – but I’ll try and pack it in because as I’m burning so much energy. I have to see food as an energy source.

I burned the candle at both ends and it often gave a lovely light.