Our interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOur interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.
ALETHEIA LIOLASobriety is something I’ll never reach. There’s always another day, another urge to defeat.
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.
ALETHEIA LIOLAEvil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAfter the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.
ALETHEIA LIOLAA part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.
ALETHEIA LIOLALove is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOn my worst days, I give the devil hell. On my best day, I hold a light for God to dwell.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.
ALETHEIA LIOLACultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.
ALETHEIA LIOLAClutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHow many wounds can you convert to wisdom? How much pain to power can you permute and fathom? This is your story; rewrite how it’s written.
ALETHEIA LIOLA