One Day, I Will Be A Poet.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

Poetry And Beauty Are Always Making Peace. When You Read Something Beautiful You Find Coexistence; It Breaks Walls Down.

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.