My signature move...

Every now and then we meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, we feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel - one sent to us for some higher purpose; to teach us an important lesson or to keep us safe during a perilous time. What we must do is trust in them, even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering, the reason for their presence will become clear in due time. Though here is a word of warning. You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

When I heard you say...

You make me think we'll make it out alive...

You are not a victim. No matter what you have been through, you're still here. You may have been challenged, hurt, betrayed, beaten, and discouraged, but nothing has defeated you. You are still here! You have been delayed but not denied.

There are powers far above us, plans far beyond what we could have ever thought of, visions far more vast than what we can ever see on our own with our eyes, and there are horizons long gone. This is courage, I think, to throw away what is limited and to thrust ourselves into the hands of these higher entities. Fate and destiny. To abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting, to follow in the footprints of demi-gods and legends alike. The hardest part, though, is letting go. For some reason, we think ourselves big enough to know and to see what's good for us. But in letting go, there is freedom. In letting go, is our chance at flight.

Tell me what you dance for...

If you had one song left inside your soul,

what would you sing tonight?

If you had one chance left before we're old -

the last song of your life.

What is it you wait for?

Tell me who you are,

not what you rehearsed, all the other parts.

I wasn't born a renegade...

When the storm's out, run in the rain...

As the moon was the only thing lighting our way across an imminently treacherous sea, I wondered if perhaps this was the most happy I'll ever be in my life. A complete state of calm and ease. A wanderlust that can only be described as an utter lack of worry. I think that for a few moments I might have even understood what it means to die in peace. Not that I wanted to, but I guess what I am trying to say is that even if I did, for a brief few flashes, I wasn't afraid. It passed, though. As everything does. And as days go by, I try to remember how it felt, before I once more get consumed by the vortex of the mundane. I'll cling to it for as along as I can and when it finally escapes my grasp, that will be okay as well - because I know I will find it again. And again. And again.

Everything I do is electric...

I hereby break all contracts I made unconsciously or consciously before I knew the depth of my own spirit; the silent ones, the ones I inherited, passed down and accepted as my own from generation to generation. I hereby severe all ties with that which holds me down and back, unable to see the glimmer of what I know to be true, whether by my own creation or by expectations tied like weights around my ankles by others lost in the sea of their own confused hearts. I hereby reclaim my right to choose how my story unfolds, armed with creativity, a heart made of gold & reverent humility. I hereby promise that you shall hear no more excuses. No more lies. No more childish babble. I am ready. As ready as I'll ever be. 

Falling out in a draught...

Put it all on me...

Ooh, I can't wait to get home,

I don't know why, but I'm feeling low.

Happened again and I want you to know,

having my man there is good for my soul.

I try to be strong, well, I got demons,

so can I lean on you?

I need a strong heart and a soft touch,

and you're the one when I want love.

They never told me why...

Sadness has always been a part of me, hovering over my life like a shadow. That's why my eyes look moody and mysterious. Sadness knows all the places where I have walked, and it has found me lurking in countless corners. There are times when I feel happy, though. Life can be beautiful for sure, and I have found meaning in sharing it with someone. I wish there were more of these moments and that sadness would be a buddy I have almost forgotten. 

I was never the most popular or the most fun. I have a few friends for sure, but mostly I like being alone, brooding and staring at the sky. To this day, I still think that someone will speak to me from above. That a familiar voice will give me the answers I seek. So far, no one has spoken back, but I have not lost hope. If anything, this journey is about persistence. Against the odds and despite what I was led to believe. I will try to transcend, even if everyone else thinks I've gone insane. I've got nothing to lose. It's just life.

I can almost feel the paradise...

Welcome to the war...

I have drunk the night

and swallowed the stars.

At least we have each other. Despite it all, this is something I am certain in. We lived so long apart; yet now we finally understand. Our failure to touch, to belong. But it doesn't matter anymore. Everybody is gone, and we will join them. We are born apart, driftwood on the banks of an endless dark ocean. And we will be carried away by the swell soon enough. But in between, in a single day of living ... that dancing in a strip of sunlight, we can find what we miss. The love that makes us whole. The imminence. Not everybody finds their other. This pattern is mine. And I will stand by you.

Way down, wherever you may go...

His own twisted game...

Today someone told me that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, that there is no such thing as death and that life is only a dream, with us being the imagination of ourselves. He looked me straight in the eyes and explained to me that as our journey unfolds, we will all inevitably mess up, stumble and fall. We will hold on when we should have let go. We will walk away when we should have run. We will go when we should have stayed and we will hurt others when we should have loved. He tried to comfort me, though. He said that despite it all, the universe forgives. It forgets, and best of all ... it restores.

You whisper softly to me...

Life is a mystery,

everyone must stand alone,

I hear you call my name

and if feels like home.

Out of the sky, I close my eyes,

heaven help me.

Pick up your feelings...

There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you read closely, my life does nothing but repeat itself. What I used to call chaos is just patterns I haven't yet recognized. What I see as random is just patterns I can't decipher. What I can't understand, I call nonsense. What I can't read, I call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.

We are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise we are the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what is, by nature, a wide web of disarray. To straddle that fundamental duality is to be balanced: to have one foot firmly planted in order and security, and the other in chaos, possibility, growth and adventure. When life suddenly reveals itself as intense, gripping and meaningful; when time passes and you're so engrossed in what you're doing you don't notice, it is there and then that you are located precisely where you are meant to be.