“Mind in different galactic space, forming a new place.”

There is nothing wrong with roaming in the empyrean until the individual pieces of souls start losing sight of their own existence and fade away before their time to leave the Earth.

To discover the depth of darkness, you have to speak your mind out loud and be willing to be seen as crazy in the eyes of people because insanity is a duende moving darkness aside, showing what’s behind the black curtains.

From time to time, people fall apart into pieces. Falling apart is synonymous with falling into places but it sounds scarier to those who don’t know how to be patient.

I pray for children to receive full presence from their parents and not just their shadows. I pray that every place feels like home when we’re out there searching for stars. I pray for the dreamers to become their own dream.

I am held in the arms of butterflies like kids who have to find a monster in their nightmare before they can return back to a dreamy state of love.

You are all either a manifestation of my light or shadows.

The power of an interstellar self is vigorous, It has to be portioned out throughout the whole universe.

Kissing you from the neck down to… and kissing you is perilous because there is no end to you and I am scared I will never stop falling if I let myself fall in love with you.

I heard many tongues in many languages saying that people cannot be Gods, and that’s a given. But what if people don’t know what was given to them?

I am not from the Earth. I am from a place artist are obsessed with. A place where everything makes sense from the point of view of imagination, but not human intelligence.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

When the coarctation of mind replaces the latitude of heart, then life is a battlefield between gone and unborn. The war between things you cannot change and things you cannot touch.

I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

Every birth has its significant lifetime miracles. We are supposed to forget all but we are also supposed to remember again. The veil of oblivion exists to make it more interesting to discover ourselves again.

You can meet me at local beach. I am waiting for you so that we can find ourselves together between the beach and Heaven.

It’s very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.

Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.

I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.

On Halloween, because we don’t celebrate it, my dad would drive me somewhere, anywhere different. Like Little Italy in New York to walk around and teach me all about the food and culture.

Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.

I’m constantly trying to look at things from a different view and to put myself into some new perspectives to evolve myself, grow myself, and reinvent myself.

I’m just inspired by life and, growing up, I listened to all types of different sounds, genres, and areas of music.

America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth.