“You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.”

It’s what I do best; go deep in the roots and open the wounds.

Have you ever felt as you had everything all the love in the world when you were completely alone and only had yourself?

Golden bracelets, diamonds and rare blue pearls. New gadgets and sparkling shoes, Things I do not own left languishing in the wooden drawer I do not have. I am too busy walking in parks admiring the city from afar and mesmerising dancing trees.

You touched a piece of my soul with your mind. A piece I didn’t know my body carried, the one that makes me feel alive the most.

Don’t mind me if I look at the ground today. My eyes are carrying the tears that kept the night awake.

You gave me a sense of peace, I thought I never deserved to give myself.

My loneliness envies company. I searched for it for years, a specific kind of love. We all dream of something perfect though could find something so much more beautiful.

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

I am in transition between who I was, who I am, who I want to become what I left behind and where I am looking ahead.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Though I kept missing you every day, I missed myself more when I wasn’t alone and finding my soul again was the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

Is it the obstacles that stop us from blossoming among our scariest worries or is it the fears themselves?

You taught me how to be kind, generous, honest, truthful, trustworthy, authentic, by simply being yourself.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

When I lost hope, hope came and found me, when I stopped believing in faith, faith believed in me.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I want to earn my own way, I like having nice things but I’ve never accepted anything I haven’t earned.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

Being a Christian means accepting Christ as your savior, your God. Thats why you are called a Christian. If you remove Christ, theres only ian and that means I am nothing.

You want the industry to finally admit that you’re good. But I’m still good without their admission.

When you fully accept the dimples on your thighs and the tiger stripes that radiate from the centre of yours chest, it becomes an empowering experience.

I think that other girls and boys my age will maybe see that I’m so accepting and be accepting of other people, too.

Maybe the key to happiness is learning to appreciate life for what it is rather than what it could be.