She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
LUCY MARY BALLShe felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
LUCY MARY BALLPerspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
LUCY MARY BALLI love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.
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 sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.
LUCY MARY BALLThe girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
LUCY MARY BALLThe most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
LUCY MARY BALLYour heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
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 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.
LUCY MARY BALLHer dreams were akin to the vastness within.
LUCY MARY BALLSometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.
LUCY MARY BALLWhen all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.
LUCY MARY BALLIn this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.
LUCY MARY BALLLove is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.
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