While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

You carry stories under your bright sad eyes, bag loads and I wish to god I could help you unload.

Don’t rule out magic in ordinary things.Simply open your heartExpand your mindand believe. Magic is all around;it can be felt in raindrops touching your cheeksand seen in rainbows after a storm.Falling in love is also a magical thing.

I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.