“You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.”

Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.

You don’t miss me the way I’m supposed to be.

Art is what keeps humans, human.

The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.

If you’re with me, I’Il get used to it. If you’ll leave me I’ll get used to it. Choose wisely!

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

Mash up tells me how difficult it is to stay loyal to one song.

Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.

How do you feel now after making futile promises?

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.

I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.

I love the woman I have become today. The one who breathes fire and douse it all at the same time.

All I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.

I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.

Symptoms are the body’s mother tongue; signs are in a foreign language.

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind.

The milk of kindness flows through my body, I shall follow Jesus to the Taco Bell and give thanks.

When we’re awake in our bodies and sense, the world comes alive. Wisdom, creativity, and love are discovered as we relax and awaken through our bodies.

Art is science in the flesh.

I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0.

I would totally lose myself in the music and be a gypsy. I would go wherever I wanted to in my head – wherever the music took me. My body followed.

I’m not a drug user myself. I’m too little to take drugs – my body can’t take it.