“Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.”

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

Be a calm wave in your ocean of chaos.

Plant seeds of self love in the soil of your heart.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.

Be a firefly in the world of fake butterflies.

Oh darling, grab a bit of courage to turn your scars into art.

Sometimes, a spark of hope is enough to reform the light in your heart.

Kill those harmful butterflies in your heart, before it kill you.

pour your sunshine to those who appreciate the sky in you.

Don’t allow yourself to be mad over something that’s not in your control.

Journaling helps me sing lullaby to my fears and worries, allowing them to sleep.

Study hard so that you can master technology, which allows us to master nature.

The universe never allows you to be comfortable when you are limiting yourself.

Love yourself & don’t allow anyone to contaminate you.

Look at people like an unfinished work of art. Allow them to change, allow them to grow.

I wasn’t allowed to go to movies when I was kid; my father was a minister. 101 Dalmatians and King of Kings, that was the extent of it.

You have to allow the paint to break to make it beautiful.