To heal our world we must be silent; willing to listen to the roars of the wounded. We must teach eachother how to feel, only than can an entire nation grow in peace, as the war within will slowly diminish.

It takes a heck of a lot of courage to stay true to yourself when the world has forgotten it's way.

Its not that i don't fit in, i once conformed to learn it wasn't for me. I guess, its that, i don't want to. We as a human race - are vastly growing toward the things that don't matter and the magic is slowly fading. But somewhere amongst the masses, it'll be alive - you can thank the artists, poets, musicians, misfit and renegades for that. The one wild spirit dancing in between the mess,Of past and present and all that has become seemingly depressed.

When you fall so many times, you become the master of flight.

i see the sky as beautiful, Regardless of its shine Because I wake each day grateful, That I get another chance to be alive.

i wanted to be apart of the karma, that fed those whom have hurt me.. Than I realised, being apart of their karma is not a way to be free, so I let go with the belief;that, They chose the deed,& karma knows where their true intentions lead.

You bypass hundreds of people and never really click, then you pass just one and everything changes. Life is magical like that, whether you share a lifetime or just a mere second.. those souls come to awaken the core. They are kindred angels disguised as humans without wings.

You're now just an unopened loved letter that started off as fate, just another fucking story with no beginning or end date.

It's an intense feeling of human experience when a connection has the kind of power to turn dreams into a reality or crush them almost instantly. Those are the souls you remember decades down the road.