“My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.”

The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.

Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.

He lit my soul like a wildfire and it burned me to the ground.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, Only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.

Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.

Flashes of your touch race through my mind even when I’m with other guys.

There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.

He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.

I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.

I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.

The man who feels like he’s a woman trapped in a man’s body, when he goes into the ladies room, it’s the other women whose privacy it seems to me as being violated by having this man walk in… regardless of how he feels.

I’m a gay man in a woman’s body.

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay.

I always tell my students, go where your body and soul want to go. When you have the feeling, then stay with it, and don’t let anyone throw you off.

We aren’t bodies at all; who we are is the love inside us, and it is that love alone that determines our value. When our minds are filled with light, there is no room for darkness.

In L.A., I’m twice the size – height and everything else – of most of the other actresses who are going for an audition.

Life – a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.