“Home is where your soul belongs.”

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.

You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

My love, you know the colors of my soul.

When they try to break you down let the rain nourish your roots; let yourself flourish away.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

The fiercest battle starts at home.

I had a lot of dates but I decided to stay home and dye my eyebrows.

I couldn’t help but feel very different from everybody, so I think that’s why I found such a big world in music, and that’s why I kind of – I was an introvert as a kid, but I loved the piano, and that’s where I felt at home.

At the time me and X met, we weren’t homeless, but we were basically homeless.

The eye of God! Think of that. Everywhere, in every house, in every field, in every room, in every company, alone or in a crowd, the eye of God is always upon you.

I’m homeschooled with a private tutor.

In the morning, I wake up at about 6 a.m. and I run for about 45 minutes, then more sprinting. Then I go back home, I eat and I sleep. When I wake up, I train – I do about three hours in the gym…

The silver and black may have another home, but the Raiders will always belong to the people of Los Angeles.