I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

I am an artist, and a rebel one at that. I live in the voluptuous dimension of imagination, so if you're expecting normalcy (dullness) from me, sorry to disappoint, but you're quite mistaken. Ordinary is not my best attire, I've tried it and normal just never fit quite right. I will always be the crazy one who believes in magic, unicorns and impossible dreams. But also love, compassion and empathy.

Drunk on imagination, that’s my kind of intoxication.

The mind and the heart are at constant odds with each other—war and peace—the internal struggle. While the mind wants to pick up a sword and go to battle, the heart wants to offer compassion and make love. This is why I prefer following the beats of my heart. I like making love more than I like making war.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

I love it when you meet an angel on Earth and they have no idea that's what they are; a human angel, an angel covered in skin. They hare the best kinds of humans to know. As your eyes widen, as you evolve and your soul is receptive, you will encounter and recognize these angels on Earth more and more.

I wake with the taste of poetry on my tongue, sticky on my pillow, as if I dreamt of falling in meandering pastures of honeysuckles.

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

I love the mystery of you. Wonder if I would love the reality, too.