I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
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 LIOLAYou can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAA part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.
ALETHEIA LIOLAPerception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
ALETHEIA LIOLATruth as my armour. My sword as my pen. I’ll do what I will to prevail again. Shining so brightly so they shot me down. Did they not know how hard I would bounce?
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHe always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.
ALETHEIA LIOLABe aware of the judgments that you and others conjure. The words reflect the inner world; the doctrines that you sponsor.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOnly after you have fallen to the pits of despair, can you fly to the horizon of hope.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI survived because the fire I have inside me burns brighter than the fire that surrounds me forever thriving with blazing vitality.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAll my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.
ALETHEIA LIOLASobriety is something I’ll never reach. There’s always another day, another urge to defeat.
ALETHEIA LIOLAOur interpretations reflect our imperfections. We will always read between the lines, but we decide what we choose to find.
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 LIOLA