In a job you trade your freedom and time for money.
When love invades your life, it captures your heart, imprisons your mind, and frees your soul.
Love sets you free the moment it arrests you.
Not only the dead are dead but also those who are deprived of their freedoms are also dead!
Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state. Freedom.