“The way the little doll smiles, blossomed infinite nourished and healed flowers in his soul.”

Let go, Let go, Let go, cleanse your heart.

I surrender to the rhythms of breath of living life.

Look closely and you see me rise from the crumbles of the ruin of my sanity, an antique treasured story of growth.

If given a chance to turn back clock, I wouldn’t change a thing, as I wouldn’t be the rockstar I am today, if life didn’t give me migraines.

As I open my eyes, I breathe a sigh of gratitude for another to life to the fullest.

You can be a gem yet would be considered a rock, it all depends on the mindset.

Hold on the small moments of joy, they become grand gestures to evolve.

As I look back, I at times can’t fathom the things, so I forgive myself and others so that I can smile with contentment.

It is upto us if we want to stay rooted in the bloodbath of pain or grow a new blooming garden with the fertiziler of lessons learnt.

We as humans get hurt but it is upto us if we want to still feel the pain or let go and move towards healing.

Her aura was filled with inked blue and red flowers that had words embedded on it.

The blind was instructed to take small steps, untill the vision made them leap beyond rareness.

She held the sand, whispered to it, you were not mine and this is why you slip away so easily.

No amount of blackmail was ever going to maker her bow down, she was a wolfish eagle warrior, alone and powerful.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

I love you madly, and the very thought of you not breathing with synced breaths as mine, kills me.

The human being makes room for and makes use of those organisms that are not him.

They hold firm to what is emphemeral, and they forsake what is everlasting.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

Her breaths are filled with magic, and the veins sparkling with his kisses.

My heartbeats have filled the directions and glory of love that I receive from him, a meaningful positive calm filled aura in being his.

Her breaths breathe that every encounter with him is a treasure and blessing uplifting her to royalty.

She desires to crawl into his arms and stay till their roots become one stem.

She has a bunny, that sleeps on her palm, he wished it was his hand in her palm instead.