“She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.”

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

She was an example of a monument that was filled with cold, non breathing steel elements but filled with elegance.

Her words and sentences are a means of everlasting remembrance of who she is.

She is a mystical beauty with bravery, as her life is filled with tranquility scented adventures.

Violet and purple call out to her, they bring forth wisdom and spirituality to her persona.

I open my heart and say goodbye to the one who made me question my worth.

Let go and release the burden on the mind and let the mind freely flow with life.

Don’t chase what brings anxiety in the equation of your life.

I bring clarity within my soul, by respecting my energy and understand what needs my focus.

Pledge yourself to let go of the versions of yourself that no longer serve the purpose of being grateful or humane.

With each passing moment of life, we learn lesson, but it is upto us to affirm and grow from that.

Forgive me for not knowing we could bloom together.

Why bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.

Thankful for the rose grateful for its thorns these lessons bloom like weeds from them I am reborn.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

The way we identify and awaken is all a natural process for life waking up to itself. Already awake. There is truly nothing you can do! You can not force a flower to bloom.

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.