From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.
ANA NAIKFrom the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.
ANA NAIKThere is strength in breaking and becoming.
ANA NAIKWe were born strong and confident, it was society that broke us.
ANA NAIKI refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.
ANA NAIKI finally found the spark in me that was dimmed for far too long.
ANA NAIKI’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.
ANA NAIKShe just wants to understand what it feels like to be herself again.
ANA NAIKYou were always only ever meant to be just you, not what you think they wanted to have made of you.
ANA NAIKPerhaps the storm is what we needed to understand the calm.
ANA NAIKTurn me into dust for my bones have given up.
ANA NAIKShe promised herself a smile today.
ANA NAIKI am suffocated by the arms, I once called home.
ANA NAIKFear lives in the mind of doubt. Courage lives in the minds of those who dream.
ANA NAIKI drown amongst those pretending to save me.
ANA NAIKThere is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.
ANA NAIKFeel lost in the magic we call life. Feel humble in the miracles of success. Feel grateful in what lies beneath our failures. For our sun shines only to rise again.
ANA NAIK