At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.
OPHELIA SCARLETTAt times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.
OPHELIA SCARLETTFall is the rise.
OPHELIA SCARLETTWithout you, my heart will be full of weeds.
OPHELIA SCARLETTI never understood flowers until I met you.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou are like the first rays of the sun – a whole new world.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a pleasure to your pressure.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.
OPHELIA SCARLETTLoneliness is an art shaped by self-love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSeek you in me in your darkest times.
OPHELIA SCARLETTDestiny is wisdom.
OPHELIA SCARLETTIt’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.
OPHELIA SCARLETTHe painted her red sky with every tone of love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTIf I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.
OPHELIA SCARLETT