“She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.”

The grit to pursue the scent of freedom while expanding in the belief of oneself is self love.

Being the imperfect but real you, takes courage and bravery, to accept the truth of who you are.

She is always enveloped in infinite mercy of her Lord.

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.

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

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.

Love is strange dark magic.

Be around those who make you feel like magic when they see you let go of those who only wish to steal it from you.

We stand at the end of the Age of Reason. A new era of the magical explanation of the world is rising.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

Watch carefully the magic that occurs when you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.