“Just like a wildflower, you will find your way to bloom.”

Love is the dignity of existence, the harmony of life.

I threw it all away on a warming night of june, to live by the splendour of the sun, to hover by the virtues of the moon.

I wish to be as patient as the sea; that waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

Just like rainbows, you’re a plurality of colorful tones.

Why would I want a summertime love when I can have you in all the seasons?

You are brave, even though you are stitching the deep rips of your soul.

Even though your sensitivity feels like a curse, – it can be your greatest blessing too.

You’re a borderless being with infinite layers to unravel.

There’s nothing that shakes an indomitably free soul like yours.

Feelings have the answer for words we don’t know how to speak.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

With storms come growth.

Though I crave roots grown deep, the truth is I’m something of a wanderer.

In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.

When you honor your emotions you are honoring your healing and growth.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.