She is everything and nothing at all.
AVA NICOLEShe is everything and nothing at all.
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 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 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 NICOLEIt does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.
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 NICOLEWe start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.
AVA NICOLEI am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.
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 NICOLEIf there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.
AVA NICOLEYou can’t appreciate the sunshine if you’ve never stood in the rain.
AVA NICOLENever pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.
AVA NICOLEFor being still can either bring one clarity or chaos. You decide what the silence is worth.
AVA NICOLEMy headspace is a playground and I’m still delayed in its construction.
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 NICOLEMy flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.
AVA NICOLE