“I am a woman whose shadows echo life and light in the dark abyss of life.”

There are days when she couldn’t forgive herself but that were the exact moments when her soul needed the trust of letting go.

She desires to crawl into his arms and stay till their roots become one stem.

She looked at her image in the mirror, and she kept schooling her soul, it is the right time to update and upgrade youurself.

He had hurt her beyond abuse, and now she doesn’t let his name also pass through her mind.

She journaled frequently – what did I learn from this particular situation in relation to myself. These question helped her understand herself much better.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

She wrote for herself, the power of her emotions became pearls of words and ink.

She is the rarest sun gem birthed from the deepest core of Earth sanity.

Her core is filled with gratitude and blooming energy.

She is evergreen with the blend of citrus madness in her being and veins.

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

She trusted her inner strength with the colors of gratitude and patience.

She was the scented wilting rose petal that decorated the pages of breaths of someone else.

There is no longer him in her words or heart or mind, finally she is only hers.

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

It’s hard to see someone with a ‘perfect’ body and be like, ‘Why can’t I be like her?’ But that person was born to be who she is, and you’re born to be who you are.

The wise soul feareth not death; rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion.

She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of one’s life with her.

God blessed me with two unbelievable parents, and I am just like both of them. I have the smile and charisma of my mother and the big heart of my mom, because she wants to save the world and help the world, so I am just like her.

She was the captain of her soul

Everyone has a doctor in him or her; we just have to help it in its work. The natural healing force within each one of us is the greatest force in getting well. Our food should be our medicine. Our medicine should be our food. But to eat when you are sick, is to feed your sickness.

The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.