It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
LUCY MARY BALLIt hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
LUCY MARY BALLThey had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
LUCY MARY BALLShe realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
LUCY MARY BALLI’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.
LUCY MARY BALLSetbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
LUCY MARY BALLThere’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.
LUCY MARY BALLHealing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
LUCY MARY BALLWhen you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.
LUCY MARY BALLYour eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
LUCY MARY BALLHer dreams were akin to the vastness within.
LUCY MARY BALLThe most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
LUCY MARY BALLHer emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
LUCY MARY BALLShe wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
LUCY MARY BALLYour heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
LUCY MARY BALLWe’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.
LUCY MARY BALLWhy is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
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