You can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAll my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.
ALETHEIA LIOLACultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.
ALETHEIA LIOLADon’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.
ALETHEIA LIOLALove is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.
ALETHEIA LIOLAEndless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.
ALETHEIA LIOLATrust assumes loyalty; and loyalty in the true sense of the word, the infinite, devoted kind of loyalty – that kind of loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou only meet someone, as deeply as they’ve met themselves. So do not allow their demons to condemn your soul to hell.
ALETHEIA LIOLAPerception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
ALETHEIA LIOLAEvil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI think we all long for someone we can be disgustingly honest with, and for them to love us anyway, and stay.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHow do we trust others when we can’t even trust ourselves?
ALETHEIA LIOLAAbstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI have a habit of seeing through the cloak that they wear to hide what truly resides in their soul. I have a habit of tearing out skeletons from the blackest of closets; although it’s never the goal. I have a habit of forcing others to look in the mirror, at the darkest parts of their soul. And I no longer want to play the role.
ALETHEIA LIOLAShe’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.
ALETHEIA LIOLA