“Hey you, don’t let your thoughts swallow you.”

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

I wish to be as patient as the sea. That waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Home is where your soul belongs.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.