“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.”

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.

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.

When the sun goes down, sometimes I am psychotic, sometimes I am reckless, sometimes I am aggressive but when I talk to the moon about the life on Earth, I am forgiven because the night understands me.

We need to surrender ourselves to the water before we can climb the spiral ladder.

A wanderer who found beauty in a quiet jungle and went into a mysterious paradise in search of a treasure of silence in which the whole universe hides.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

My sky is too blue for me to be scared of people painting it a little grey.

Let the ocean worry about being blue.

My mind dwells in the blues.

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

If you’re feeling down and times are blue, Remember this and know its true.  Tomorrow you can always start anew. A new day to seize, positivity your virtue.