“You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.”

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?

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have the entire universe within the soul. So dark and empty and yet, so full of light, so whole.

Somedays she knows love other days, heartache but each day she is strong.

If one man can destroy everything, why can’t one girl change it?

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

They said that women can’t be good drivers. So, she became a fearless pilot.

I was raised to be an independent woman, not the victim of anything.

She is a woman, bold and courageous and a goddess.

She is a woman with courage flowing in her veins that shield the loved ones with all her might.

She is a voice that can never be silenced, even if her echoes are transformed from blood and ink to rare gems.