“She trusted her inner strength with the colors of gratitude and patience.”

Pledge yourself to let go of the versions of yourself that no longer serve the purpose of being grateful or humane.

With each passing moment of life, we learn lesson, but it is upto us to affirm and grow from that.

I will not let my grief or anxiety, rob me of compassion or kindness.

The darkest darksome moments of life, showcase the illuminating rays of healing.

Morbid ravens of the world, feed on the veins and light of goodness, untill nothing remains except damaging void.

Hope blooms in the bones and heartbeats of souls, that have been buried with bitter roots to expand with greatness.

Journal the consciousness of spirits, which portray the internal storms of life, with calmess and solitude.

The on and off of being rude and polite causes havoc with the mind, soul and spirit, let’s be kind in a cruel world.

Degrading oneself would only kill the warrior within, it was time to hold the negativity accountable but in a loving manner.

She believed, there were always 3 sides to the coin, each with it’s own purpose and need.

Inner work is crucial, it helps to understand the difference between being on own and being lonely despite the crowd.

Loving takes strength, so let’s love ourselves first before showering the scent throughout the world.

One day the heart will realize how the words hurt her, that she silently stopped existing instead of feeling broken up.

Each breath brings in the sighs and hiccups, let go the obstruction while enveloping the magic.

The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.

Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.

I feel in color.

It’s ignorant to think you know everything about a person. There’s many different sides to everybodys personality and there’s just different colours to a personality.

I feel like Im able to relate to all races of people because when you learn to tap into the raw emotion of a person, that goes past color.

You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.

Not everyone has to ride off into the sunset with a man. Some of us just want a tan.

There is no color line in art.

Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.