I want my life to be a performance of the magic some fail to see. Each act, I pour in my passion, my love, my praise, my desire. I wish to demolish all pretense and to identify through feeling. Words cannot contain what is felt. Emotion only longs to pour over them, to wash away the constraints of the word, and to be embraced, to be felt, without requirement, resistance, or expectation. I want to stand in the storm; for it washes me clean of all that hinders me. It’s not the words but what moves behind them.
– Astral Moonbeam