Yan's Labyrinth

Lesson #1. Put no one on a pedestal... Not even yourself. We are all fragile entities called humans and one day we will fuck up. Lesson #2. You will get your heart broken. And if you don't then you need to. The heart needs to know loss and disappointment in order to heal and strengthen itself. Most importantly, it needs to prepare itself for the one who deserves you most. Lesson #3. Your fears are little gifts wrapped up in scary packaging. They are there to teach us that we are capable of truly doing anything. Lesson #4. Stress is a killer. Whatever you do, don't let it get to you. Scream, laugh, cry, talk about it or dance! But whatever you do... Don't stress about it. Lesson #5 If you're not enjoying sex.... Then you're not doing right. Lesson #6. Laugh as much as possible. And then laugh some more. Lesson #7. Dance. Who cares if you have no rhythm... Just dance dammit. Lesson #8. Allow music to move you. Allow it to enter your core and sway you...

I had this intense feeling of love today. And I thought to myself how grateful I am for having my heart broken, being mistreated, being underestimated. I'm grateful because they have given me awareness... Something to compare to.... They have shown me the value of what it is to be loved, to be honoured, respected and knowing just how much I am capable of. I had this intense feeling... And I know that it is love. -Y. Salmon

You bare scars, because you have been broken. They form ridges and curves and lines upon your soul... Your heart... And your mind. Creating a disfigured masterpiece so unique and individual, that its beauty is almost blinding... Captivating in its pain, Mesmerizing in it s resilience. You are beauty, because you bare scars, Fitted and molded to your creation... Imperfections and tear stains collide in gracious harmony...   So tranquil and serene, you could, just possibly, go deaf... You are life... as you possess bravery so reckless and demanding that it is enviable. You grab at these challenges as if they are gifts and embrace them within your very being as if to attempt to make them physically apart of you... Like a limb, made of mistakes or a child bore of defiance. You are love, ... Because you are in existence. So pure and rare. That at times I feel my heart may stop from being in your mere presence. So radiant and unfamiliar, in all of it's comfort......

Hello there. How are you? Let me tell you a little about myself. I have an unmatched appreciation for laughter. An immense craving for intellect. A desire for self discovery. A penchant for the unknown. The curiosity of a kitten. A hunger for creativity... I've never been lucky in love, nor have I been unlucky. I have just been in it. Love. Every moment, every act, every verse... I've fallen so many times and gotten back up inspite of it. I think too much yet I am gravely impulsive. My deepest thoughts are spoken with my eyes. And my laughter is my heart. I feel... I feel with my soul. And I live through my mind. I am spontaneous, unusual and... me. I am whimsy and stories and art. I am sad songs and abrasive humour. I am honesty. I am pain. I am doubt and contradiction. I am strength and rejuvenation. Belief and fight. I am many things... most of them indescribable. Put simply, I am human... Every day. Just human. -Y. Salmon

This weekend I took some much needed time for myself. It's been a pretty hectic year and sometimes we get so caught up in our day to day life that we forget how important it is to take a breathe-er. To get clarity and perspective. To regenerate your soul. And thank God I did, because this morning, I woke up in a funk. I couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why, but my trusty phone sent me a reminder. It reminded me that this Friday, Nov. 8th would be the anniversary of my Grandma's passing... And thus my thoughts and feelings were brought to light. Her name was Alice. And she was a wonderful gift. May she know how much she was loved and how much she is missed. Ode to Alice There are moments, days, that I think of you and your smile. Your words. Your elegance, and I feel this pit in my stomach. This ache in my chest. This awareness.... This feeling... You're not here anymore. And I miss you. I realise that I miss you. And for those moments, those days, I...

The first time I met you, was through a glass window. You were crossing the street, trying to catch your bus and beat the rain. You turned for a brief moment and our eyes... Our eyes met, and I froze... Time froze.  And then,  Then you smiled and my heart, my heart...  My heart stopped and I melted into nothingness, Into swirls of colours, And dreams, And visions. You captured me in one glance and I knew I was yours. The first time I met you, was through a glass window. You smiled and imprinted my heart with your promise of forever.  I. Am. Yours. - Y. Salmon