Live your truth, but what does it mean? I realized the truth is not just light; it is also dark. And we need to own it.
I tried to paint a picture of this old city, surrounded by a fortress, made up of a giant bricked wall. I tried to draw it with words, similar to all the poems I wrote. For you.
It leaves me in chaos–raw, unfiltered, and wild. And when it does, I feel most free. Then, I will do it all over again.
Own your shit. Fix your shit.Get over your shit. And clean your shit. So you can stop eating shit for breakfast.
Finding love, falling in love, or however you want to describe your search for love, is like traveling. The best part is planning.
Carry your weight and always move with kindness.