I feel more and more

I feel more and more, every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone, but in a thousand worlds. 

But I cannot tell you what a joy it is to be in

But I cannot tell you what a joy it is to be in contact with living people who are strange and quick and not ashamed to be themselves. It’s kind of supreme airing to be among them. 

I am overflowing with words I do not have.

I am overflowing with words I do not have. 

For me, the mountains has always been a confidant

For me, the mountains has always been a confidant, a friend absorbing all it is told and never revealing those secrets.

This is how I see it.

This is how I see it. As an artist it is my responsibility to not have a boring life. To feel deeply. To listen to the stories of strangers. To try new things and go new places. To say yes. To question everything. To find beauty in the commonplace. And to fall in love. Over and over. Because through the highs of love and the lows of heartbreak I truly know what it is to feel.

The most ordinary conversation is often

The most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.

She had to content herself with embraces, which only on her part were sincere.

She had to content herself with embraces, which only on her part were sincere. 

And no one else remembers

And no one else remembers
Except the moon and I.

I am sentimental.

I am sentimental. I talk to strangers. Sometimes I cry a little on public transport. When someone tell me that they love me, I feel as though my heart will burst. I take the pictures of mountains, clouds and leaves. I notice the changing of season and I get excited. I love coffee. Little things makes me happy and I hope I stay this way.

Don’t hide your hurt, beautiful soul.

Don’t hide your hurt, beautiful soul. Grab a hold of it. Run it through the purifying flame of your heart and mold it into something beautiful. Allow the depths of your pain to expand the breadth of your compassion. Gather up your stumbling stones and build a bridge for someone else. Remember what it’s like to be lost in darkness so you can be someone else’s much needed light. Don’t deny your pain or bury it away. Let it rise to the surface. And then transform it into something that makes it worthwhile.