“December is her month to let go and break open with freedom to be her own hero.”

She is a passionate being that fills his lungs with the power of her love and raw emotions that strengthens his core,

The world we live in is a forest of frost, with crystal ice webs of lies and deception.

Her tears of pain transformed into jewels of resilience as soon as she started with soul deep self love.

Veins has always been a weakness for her and that lead to the flowing of self destructive poison for her life.

She is his shyness, pride and the symphony of his life’s orchestra.

There was a time period where she was scattered and floating with broken chips and now she is whole with gold filled strength.

She was a woman who was once dark and destructive and it took courage to stand in front of her ruthless savageness.

Warriors have emerged from the ashes of trials and sacrifices.

She was a moon, that vanished and transformed into fullness.

There was a huge gulf between the one who watered your soil and the one who drain water like roots.

Make your circle precious, full of unique souls.

She had many phases and each was as unique than the other.

It took courage to reach the state of resilience with the adornment of winning over adversity.

The berries of her love bleed, wilt and get scorched with the harshness of pain that is masked by smile.

Her eyes shone with the radiance of vibrant life reflecting the blossoms of her heart.

She is a woman who values the voices of her aura.

Chase nothing but what feels like freedom.

No matter your position, circumstances, or opportunities in life, you always have the freedom of mind to choose how you experience, interpret, and, ultimately, shape your world.

The virtue of a democratic system with a [constitutionally guaranteed right to free speech] is that it readily enables the people, over time, to be persuaded that what they took for granted is not so, and to change their laws accordingly.

Fashion is an imposition, a reign on freedom.

Habits reduce cognitive load and free up mental capacity, so you can allocate your attention to other tasks.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

When I thought I lost everything, all I lost were old stories, the ones that didn’t belong within me anymore. Perhaps, it wasn’t that I lost anything, It’s that I was getting rid of what was no longer right for me.

The amateur believes he must first overcome his fear; then he can do his work. The professional knows that fear can never be overcome. He knows there is no such thing as a fearless warrior or a dread-free artist.