“She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.”

She is a she wolf, in the body of a queen, conquer and warrior with the flight of the phoenix and enveloped in the aura of shield and sword.

She is a passionate being that fills his lungs with the power of her love and raw emotions that strengthens his core,

The world we live in is a forest of frost, with crystal ice webs of lies and deception.

Her tears of pain transformed into jewels of resilience as soon as she started with soul deep self love.

Veins has always been a weakness for her and that lead to the flowing of self destructive poison for her life.

She is his shyness, pride and the symphony of his life’s orchestra.

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

She was a woman who was once dark and destructive and it took courage to stand in front of her ruthless savageness.

Warriors have emerged from the ashes of trials and sacrifices.

She was a moon, that vanished and transformed into fullness.

There was a huge gulf between the one who watered your soil and the one who drain water like roots.

Make your circle precious, full of unique souls.

She had many phases and each was as unique than the other.

It took courage to reach the state of resilience with the adornment of winning over adversity.

The berries of her love bleed, wilt and get scorched with the harshness of pain that is masked by smile.

Her eyes shone with the radiance of vibrant life reflecting the blossoms of her heart.

Never stop wanting for your magic.

Being satisfied with what we already have is a magical golden key to being alive in a full, unrestricted, and inspired way.

When you compare yourself to others you deny that your own magic exists.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Go where you just don’t know. That’s where the magic happens.

I believe if God doesn’t give you a miracle, you are a miracle of God for somebody else’s salvation.

There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.

Magic comes in pieces.