It’s ironic that we aim for the stars, but many shooting stars kill themselves just to catch a dying glimpse of the radiant face of humanity. It’s like we’re shooting for the stars when those unattainable stars are shooting for the dazzling brilliance of everything that we are.

Once freedom perches in the eye, nothing can stop its wings from budding, fluttering, and pushing off against the winds into the ever expanding sky.

The head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.

You are a whispering diamond, turning in the sun, articulating the one thing the sky wants to say, in a million different ways.