We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.

Things spoken in love always become reality.

who did I think we were.who did I thinkI could make you.this is the oldest mistake,to confuse wantingwith magic. silence is the undoingof every spell, and we are expertsin the unsaid. even now, I forgetto...

A man’s words reveal, first, the man. The words are not the man, and yet they reveal him faithfully and are to be identified with him. Out of the abundance of the heart, the man...

The first time I saw her,Everything in my head went quiet.

I knew that my trauma, no matter what it was, was not unique. I knew that pain was the universal driving force of so many people—I knew that only in the details was it specific,...

Whenever a time arises where clarity is desired, it is always wise to reflect on the sage within.

You are capable of doing everything you are afraid of doing, If only you would energize and motivate the Magical thing would absolutely happen to you!

…We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall...