I've never been a woman who will settle to fit in, i'd always have rathered find a little world all on my own. If people come they come and if they go they go, but for me staying authentic to my souls purpose is all i'll ever know.

I am full of madness, i can't hide my fireI burn for the things i love, my soul will never retire.

You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.

We have tried to run from our love, but our souls crave this magic.

I like the open minded, the old souls, lived through, the almost worn out warriors who walk this earth. They have stories that interest me, i couldn't care less for this modern era of rushing so fast with nowhere to go. Give me depth and meaning and a life worth writing about, and i'll prop a pillow and call it an arvo.

Somedays i can make sense of this place, this horrendous fucking world and the way it shapes humans into monsters and monsters into leaders. Building empires off of the poor and using a system designed to manifest the wars? But then i look to the eyes of my child, i write, i paint, i listen to music that holds beliefs far deeper than mine and i am reminded - for all that is devastating there is equal amounts of ehuphoria, you just have to look a little harder to find the light sometimes.

I’ll gift you with feelings you didn’t know where there, that’s the pleasure of crossing paths with a mystic.

My soul is being whisked away again, to a place unfamiliar and not many know my name but its calling and following that instinct is all i know.

With you i feel safe. Content enough to know my whole world could be crashing down and you'd still be my home.