“Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.”

Time is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.

I can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.

And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

It will never be like the way it always was.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.

Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.

The strings to our past are burned because we need a new beginning.

The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a long lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter.

Anything you want to say about God you better make sure you can say in front of a pit of burning babies.

Everyone knows their true calling – it’s burning inside them.

Cooking is an act of love, a gift, a way of sharing with others the little secrets — ‘piccoli segreti’ — that are simmering on the burners.

If I am burning ablaze, passion ignited his love is the sun.