“More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.”

Some of her addictions were weird. They have heartbeats.

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

You are healing and you are doing good, like the crescent before becoming full.

Nothing is more beautiful than two broken hearts healing each other.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

In the inner stillness where meditation leads, the Spirit secretly anoints the soul and heals our deepest wounds.

When we heal ourselves, we heal our families. When we heal our families, we heal the world.

No one can listen to your body for you. To grow and heal, you have to take responsibility for listening to it yourself.

Like the earth we need peace to heal ourselves.

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

Some injuries heal more quickly if you keep moving.

Who will we be when we have healed?

We are allowed to heal. We deserve it.