“I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.”

She is a blessing that will be honored and missed by the void in the hearts and souls forever.

She holds a light within her which is a streak of beauty and abundance.

I take conscious initiative to self love my existence for better moments.

I pledge to set standards of what is acceptable to my sanity and what to phase out.

Every wind brings chaos and toxicity but it is upto me to transform with grace.

I will stand firm and tall like the sunflower and away from the line of damage.

I am a garden, that will only allow kindness and compassion to take roots.

Rise with the fire of survival and make the soul proud.

Grow from the fall of the game that was dealt as a lesson.

Slowly go forth with the drive to excel with compassion and intellect, far more beautifully than the fire that was to set ablaze the existence.

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

Keep your senses on alert but let go of the burning fear, as you replace it with powerful faith.

The wings of hope, carries gracious grateful genuine smiles, of memories that paint the path of memory, with faith as a strong foundation.

Rare human beings have advised me genuinely on this earth and they are my treasures to cherish.

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

On a plane or on a train, or whatever, you see people with their headphones and they’re looking at their iPhone or their Galaxy.

It’s everywhere, really. It’s between the galaxies. It is in this room.

Wherefor are you knowing it? If you stacked all of the Gorg in the galaxy on top of eachother, the Gorg would kill you.

There were galaxies in her eyes, and I prayed to be a star among them.

Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.

Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.

She was only a star within my entire galaxy but you looked at her and thought she was the sun.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.