When in doubt, just BELONG. Go ahead and belong.It’s your world so belong. It belongs to you, so belong.
The lights from the sidewalk fascinate, the neons merge with the light of cars speeding by and movement becomes its own purpose, an end in itself.
Bubbles are always generous, no matter how many times you burst them, they just shrug and come right back like a good friend always does.
Like the wind basking in a field of mustard, my mind basks in yellow..everywhere it turns there are only a million shades of yellow…
The city has many tales; from a distance they all look the same but look closer and you will see each is unique and worth a telling.
Colors that run through my mind like sunset confetti, little mermaids playing catch underwater.
Kahlil Gibran the poet and prophet wrote: ‘Let there be spaces in your Togetherness’. The bonds that tie can also suffocate, the spaces between us or boundaries let us thrive, find ourselves while being part of the larger magnificent whole.
Fire, just like the sun, burns but it also cleanses, it purifies and it gives life.
Journey through time and mind, what stories do you hear being narrated? Sometimes the stories carved on our minds are as powerful and searing as the ones etched on stone.
When you feel all the imagination, creativity and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!
Some moments, when interrupted, last forever.Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.jpg?w=450″ />
When the impermanence of the human condition is what made the Gods jealous, shouldn’t we build and rebuild our hopes and dreams in as many colors and as many textures as we can? Construct and reconstruct, tear down and build again, because the impermanent joy of building is what makes life precious, the permanence of completion is an illusion.