“Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.”

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Can we be who we are and who we are born to be and can we let everything else go?

Give less shits give more self love.

Are you using your device or is the device using you? You, using using using using devices using you.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I meditate I sit and wait I let my soul.

The things that I fear have no power here as I stand on this altar with you, my dear.

And here, on the edge I look below where there are so many many unknowns.

Caterpillars must grow- destroy what it is you think you know.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

Worry is a wasteful thing eating up moments that could taste sweet.

Surrender, dear- There are so many, many things you will only find if you let go of your fears.

Risk being seen for all that you are including those parts that you call scars.

Breathing dreams like air.

Not unafraid, but moving a tiny bravery is a large one always always always this.

I’m constantly trying to look at things from a different view and to put myself into some new perspectives to evolve myself, grow myself, and reinvent myself.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

Something in me is constantly at unrest.

In this world of inconsistency, He is a constant blessing.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Through every generation of the human race there has been a constant war, a war with fear.

This pandemic has felt like a constant battle between grief and gratitude.