We all have the power within us, to make something of ourselves, the thing is very few believe it.

Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head, It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.

Some days I like to wander to old and warn our places, forests ripped apart by man and streams that carry stagnant water where it use to flow. There is a sense of clarity in these places, a reflection of who I am or atleast who I have been. Broken, yet still incredibly beautiful.

If your outer world is shaky, go within.

Eventually the burden becomes too heavy and you outgrow the weight of the world. You feel the fear and live anyway, a more authentic version of yourself.

Solitude is where I place my chaos to rest and awaken my inner peace.

The magic of life hides in the dusty corners of chaos and you must sweep out the cobwebs of confusion before you reach the calm & euphorically moments; your soul believed, existed all along.

Don't make homes out of hollow hero's that don't know how to save themselves.

My heart broke and my mind opened, tragedy works in a funny way like that ~ what once tore me apart was actually what was setting my truth free.