Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun from clever minds and bitter hearts.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.