“What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.”

Awaken with me for we only have one life it is too short to not be aligned.

All the material gifts in the world will not make up for the psychological hurt.

Sometimes you need to initiate change to move towards the right way.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

I loosen my grip to release this string because I am safe to let you in.

We were each other’s muses, I find that quite amusing.

Who am I to touch your soul while the world is spinning so fast.

I can be productive as fuck but I can’t be starved of love. I choose connection, touch.

You don’t realize that it’s peace over tension and calm over the rain that love is peaceful without any pain.

You left me speechless I’m glad you did because I appreciate every minute of it.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

My life, my unique work of art.

All those years of skating and dancing have carried over. I can’t design anything without thinking of how a woman’s body will look and move when she’s wearing it.

It is easy to take a photograph, but it is harder to make a masterpiece in photography than in any other art medium.

The mother of all the skills is to learn the art of paying attention – Remembering every step you make or anything that’s around you.

True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.

All truly great art is optimistic. The individual artist is happy in his creative work. The fact that practically all great art is tragic does not in any way change the above thesis.

Eyes water, throat burns. Sins splattered like modern art; My ritual purge.

In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful, white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can’t seem to get there now. I can’t seem to get over that line.