“‘Why are we here?’ I inquired of my body, spirit, and soul. ‘Here to do whatever feels good.’ Said the first. ‘Here to do what feels good.’ Said the second. ‘Here to choose.’ Said the third. ‘Between both.’”

Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.

Every human carries a heavy past. But the good thing about what can be carried, is that it can also be put down.

I have seen humans call for “change” only to bid her go home, and return on a more convenient date.

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

There is no such thing as ‘little’ acts of kindness. Every kind act, is grand powerful. Meant to take up space.

I have seen men, choose violence time after time. And in turn, I have seen violence choose them.

“No” is such a controversial word. Clear, resounding when uttered by men. By women, Low, muffled. Sounds like “yes.”

To know more, I must first admit that I know nothing. Only on a blank page, can words be written.

Ran out of time, before we even began. How long will the road not taken be starved of footprints?

I no longer ask humans, for a definition of love. For, they tend to force on her, the traits of those who have either treated them well or not at all.

Both strong and weak may survive; if neither takes too seriously, the titles of ‘strong’ and ‘weak’.

A natural law; ‘forgive them or become them.’ slowly, unnoticeably, surely.

A lot of my mistakes, are birthed by curiosity. Like a child, drawn to fire; I came for the light and found pain instead.

Ears quick to listen. Lips, slow to speak. I take, so that I may give.

I used to envy the sun, for having seen it all. I was wrong. Left with nothing to see, how bored she must be.

Doubts are powerful. They, not only demand we look again, they tell us what to see.

My dream is to continue filming until my body tells me to stop.

I know our bodies were engagement in the act of sex. But did you hear how loudly our souls were making music?

What drains your spirit drains your body. What fuels your spirit fuels your body.

Think of the magic of that foot, comparatively small, upon which your whole weight rests. It’s a miracle, and the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

Take refuge in your own arms. Collapse into the protection of your own body. It’s the safest home you will ever know.

Curled up in a ball slowly shutting down as my body is being devoured by those ugly, fearsome monsters that have lived in my guts ever since I could remember.

Now, if some panic hits me, you have to sort of be friends with your body, it’s like your body will work against you.

When you visualize, then you materialize. If you’ve been there in the mind you’ll go there in the body.