Some days i am the artist,Other days i am art and When life gets real weird,I become both.

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

The details of my thoughts bled into thin pieces of paper, spread across miles to touch hearts of the people; who've lost their truest homes- themselves.

I stopped remembering the past and started visualising my future, the only thing left I could hold onto was hope; that the courage I have found along the way, is what will see me through.

Whether someone does right by you or wrong by you thank them anyway.

I sat and reflected on the situation I had facedI needed answers to the questions I still, didnt have the courage to ask...But I need to know,How was this to be apart of my destiny?

i loved her, for she was beauty dressed in a selfless personality and the skin of unconditional love. A voice of truthful melody and eyes holding a vision so large, maybe, just maybe she was born to change the world.

The best of my essence is shown to those who value my energy and appreciate my love, some would call it selfish, I call it selective.

If your outer world is shaky, go within.