“Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.”

I jab my own heart with a knife, thinking about you on and on. How dare you enter my life just to make me feel torn?

I don’t care how many times I fail, for one day, I will succeed. And that success will be worth a million failures.

The fiercest battle starts at home.

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.

I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.

Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.

Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?

When words fail, tears well.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

Success is meaningless without fulfilment – both begin within.

Where do we begin? Begin with the heart.

Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.

The moment you say yes to acting on your desire is the real beginning.

It is of great importance, when we begin to practise prayer, not to let ourselves be frightened by our own thoughts.

Change doesn’t begin when we get knocked on our ass. It begins the moment we decide to get back up on our own feet.