it's impossible to plant a garden without getting dirt under your nails

there is thunder in our hearts

there is bound to be someone driven mad by love 

who will give you the chance one of these days 

and when you do find one, observe with care, 

they almost always have crystals in their hearts 

gabriel garcia marquez : love in the time of cholera

then they were gone although i still heard the skate wheels

i want you to buy me 

some high-heeled shoes

black high-heeled shoes 

no, I want them

red. 

Physical Graffiti

in reality, of course, 

life rushes from within 

not from without. 

on the wings of maybe

overexposed

but i find that beauty can lie in the fault lines

as above, so below

integrity 

respect 

quality 

evolve

balance

harmony 

communication 

efficiency

the linearity of time can be totally meaningless in these states

waiting for the train in bushwick 

brisk air on my skin, waiting on the same subway platforms that have been stood on by my ancestors 

underneath the same sky old sky, covered in a gray blanket of clouds

a million molecules could exist between me and the rest of the universe

or so it seems

seems so far away, so magical, so high 

the same magic in the sky above us must be somewhere around here, i can feel it in the air 

its comforting to know that the same power that governs the cosmos, governs my heartbeat

i start feeling the air twinkling in and around me like soft rays of light.... 

then i finally start hearing train bells coming closer from the distance