“Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.”

Your endless soul is your superpower.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with care, patience and love.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

I wish to be as patient as the sea. That waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Home is where your soul belongs.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

If you could choose to be anyone, would you still choose to be you?

Yes, I do things to make you happy because doing that makes my heart happy too.

We were so beautiful together, I thought we were magic or even the greatest fairytale except there was no villain just a lost prince whose heart did not love his wildfire princess.

Her heart was close to him. Her heart is closed for him.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

There is no love deeper than a broken soul madly in love.

Some things break your Heart, but fix your vision.

If only love spilled from lips and truth bled from hearts then hate would drown in a flood of understanding.