“Get lost, just not in my eyes.”

My eyes are a blessing yet in times like this I envy the blind.

If the sky was my canvas I’d paint it with a portrait of you.

Brave is he who has a thousand wounds and still wants to heal the world.

Lean on me you give me, the strength to move mountains.

This world is a disgrace no regret for the human race.

Plant the seeds of love and in time fruits will blossom.

It takes a lot of strength to speak the truth in a world built on lies.

We lost sanity in vanity chaos breeds insanity.

If you can’t help them grow let them flourish alone.

Slowly but surely forever is becoming my favorite lie.

Many mirrors would shatter if they were able to reflect the images of our hearts.

Content is the key that unlocks bliss.

He who says the least speaks the most.

I forgive you for not knowing your worth – letter to self.

Tired of being tired burnt out from putting our fires.

Seek out souls who soothe your own.