The wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.
AVA NICOLEThe wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.
AVA NICOLEPeople who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.
AVA NICOLEThe lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.
AVA NICOLEWe start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.
AVA NICOLEIt’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.
AVA NICOLEIt’s hard when all you want is the sky, chasing after the hues of pinks and blues, feeling that for once you’ve got a grip on clouds that swoosh through storms of your own. But it’s worse when you ask for the sun and receiving the soil stuck to your feet.
AVA NICOLEIf you’ve ever climbed mountains, in the most intense storms. And all they ever did was walk up a hill on a clear day for you, you have so much love in you. Never settle for the hill for someday, someone will be at the top of the mountain.
AVA NICOLEIf there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.
AVA NICOLEThe beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.
AVA NICOLEHis skin sparkles like beach sand his eyes dancing endlessly with the sun for when his light embraced my darkness, I then understood why people prefer summer over winter.
AVA NICOLEI no longer seek the love I think I deserve but rather the love I’ve always deserved.
AVA NICOLEShe is everything and nothing at all.
AVA NICOLENever pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.
AVA NICOLEIf I were a garden and the seed were my soul, thus blooming is a process but I’m impatient.
AVA NICOLEEvery day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.
AVA NICOLEAre you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?
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