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

Journal the consciousness of spirits, which portray the internal storms of life, with calmess and solitude.

The on and off of being rude and polite causes havoc with the mind, soul and spirit, let’s be kind in a cruel world.

Degrading oneself would only kill the warrior within, it was time to hold the negativity accountable but in a loving manner.

She believed, there were always 3 sides to the coin, each with it’s own purpose and need.

Inner work is crucial, it helps to understand the difference between being on own and being lonely despite the crowd.

Loving takes strength, so let’s love ourselves first before showering the scent throughout the world.

One day the heart will realize how the words hurt her, that she silently stopped existing instead of feeling broken up.

Each breath brings in the sighs and hiccups, let go the obstruction while enveloping the magic.

The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.

Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.

When self love become her mantra, her breaths became standards which had nothing to do with attitute or arrogance.

Human beings burn in the hatred of self inflicted wounds, when they compare themselves with others.

She has learnt that women who breathe life into each other make wonders happen with their presence as miraclous auras.

The seed needs soil to grow, likewise the body needs the soul to exist and live to the fullest.

It is time to embrace the truer version instead of pursuing the better version.

The grit to pursue the scent of freedom while expanding in the belief of oneself is self love.