“She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.”

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

She wanted someone that could swim to the depths of her ocean and not drown in the intensity of her soul.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I am trying to find a way through this dark forest.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

My insecurities gave you too much power over me/ you were the catalyst to my healing/ but you are not the healer/ I am.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

Be your love and watch the world change.

And she rose exactly when she was ready to spread her wild wings and release the fire hidden deep in her soul.

My feet are not rooted in the ground I am able to leave the familiar places I have known I am strong enough to grow.

My roots tell secrets my mind will never know but my soul remembers and that is more than enough.

I can’t keep quiet of all that I’m feeling so I won’t.

A beautiful dance, a new breath shedding layers of myself to unearth the truth within.

The light-skinned girls always thought they were better looking. So did the teachers, too. That meant most of the dark complexion ones didn’t like themselves.

Without Jesus Christ man must be in vice and misery with Jesus Christ man is free from vice and misery in Him is all our virtue and all our happiness. Apart from Him there is but vice, misery, darkness, death, despair.

Information can perhaps be useful as a support-stick and help you cross the way… but if you want to find your way in the darkness, only knowledge can forge that path for you… only knowledge.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have.