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  • Live Your Truth

    June 15th, 2020

    It’s easy to believe that you’re wrong when you’ve been told that you should live a certain way, that you must follow the rules set by society.⁣⁣⁣

    The way you dress. The things you like. The people you love. None of it is wrong, regardless of what others say or think.

    Nothing is absolute.

    Nothing is eternal.⁣⁣

    You will be the happiest once you realize that being true to yourself is the best way to live.

    Being yourself is the greatest gift you can ever give to the world.

    Even if it’s not always appreciated.⁣⁣

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  • Reflect Love

    June 12th, 2020

    They say that hurt people hurt people. No matter what, don’t lose the love you were born with inside your heart.⁣

    It doesn’t mean you must be quiet or accept any negativity or hatred towards you and those you care about.⁣ Just don’t be yet another stepping stone to more misery and pain.⁣

    Love is more powerful than anything else.⁣ And do remember that the one you should love the most is yourself.⁣⁣⁣

  • Bloom In Power

    June 9th, 2020

    How often have you felt powerless?

    How many times have you given your power away?⁣

    If it’s out of your grasp right now, take it back.

    Don’t let anyone make you believe that you must obey, that you have no choice.⁣

    Yes, there are things that must be done, but ripping your blossoms away to suit others isn’t one of them.⁣

    Your power is yours.

    Own it.

    Be it.⁣⁣

  • Scent Of A Summer Night

    May 27th, 2020

    The fresh scent of a summer night.

    Embracing the air every time the sun descends.

    Fading, a soft pastel sky.

    The cool, but gentle air.

    Caressing, refreshing before a restful slumber.

    Yet awakening the nocturnal life.

    Unforgettable, one of a kind.

    The scent, of a summer night.

  • From The Ashes

    May 13th, 2020

    You want to deny me.

    You want me to erase myself.

    You want me to hide.

    Chained, I wait for a life.

    But I can’t stay still.

    Layers of false makeup fall away.

    I keep walking, pushing forward.

    You hold the chains back screaming.

    You keep trying to pull me back.

    I keep going.

    I won’t stop.

    I can’t.

    Inevitably, it will all be ripped apart.

    False idols, your heart.

    Broken to pieces.

    Set ablaze.

    Turned to ashes.

    It’s the only way.

    I don’t know about you.

    But I’ll be okay.

    Rising from the ashes.

    It’s always my endgame.

  • Everywhere I Don’t Belong

    May 9th, 2020

    Everywhere I go.

    Everywhere I look.

    I don’t belong.

    I only wonder…

    Should I keep seeking?

    Is there something to find?

    Maybe there’s no need to worry.

    No need to try.

    It’s only a desire that haunts me.

    From the inside.

    But I feel that there’s something…

    Someone.

    To reach for…

    The only thing that matters.

    The only one to come home to…

    Drown out the noise.

    Take the hand…

    Of my soul.

  • As I Hear The Rain, I Ponder…

    May 2nd, 2020

    It’s raining today. I am hearing the raindrops hit the balcony rail. It’s bringing back memories of when it all began.

    Over a decade ago, on a dark rainy night, I was listening to the rain hit the window sill as inspiration washed over me. And I wrote like I’ve never written before. It continued for years. Went into slumber for a while, but never truly stopped.

    I’ve always liked rain. Maybe never truly understood how much, until it was all I had. Living far away from home with no winter, autumn, or spring to enjoy anymore. Not even warm summer days without feeling like I’m melting. And certainly no cool summer nights and the fresh scent of dew.

    It’s different here. Imperfect, yet so beautiful. Even if it’s under the same sky as the rest of the world. Being far away from home has taught me a lot.

    Where do I even begin?

    I’ve learned so much about the world. Myself. I stepped into a dream and wondered when I’ll wake up. And wake up I did. Fell asleep again. Hypnotized by the everyday life of the modern societies.

    Or should I say… western societies?

    My dreams got invaded. I thought I should be doing something else than I had truly desired. But I can always count on my soul to wake me up and remind me of what truly matters.

    Regardless, leaving home was the best decision I’ve ever made. Likely, I wouldn’t have known what I know now. An invaluable piece of myself could’ve been buried deep and hidden in a toxic haze.

    Of course, so many things are far from perfect. But perfection doesn’t really exist, does it?

    Maybe it’s ironic, but exactly where I feel the safest, I need to be the most brave. When so many, especially those closest to me, would rather stay asleep.

    No matter what, I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life has turned out, but I’d lie if I said I never wanted to.

    In the end, all my wishes and the things around me are just a part of my human experience.

    And right now, my biggest desire is…

    Peace.

  • Oh Soul

    April 23rd, 2020

    What I ask of you. Oh soul.

    Worry. No more.

    Fear. No more.

    Hide. No more.

    It’s okay. Let it go.

    The things you’re worried about. They don’t matter.

    Everything you’ve been afraid of. It’s obsolete.

    It’s safe in your hiding place. But it’s difficult to see your glow.

    I know. It’s painful.

    The judgement is always there. Regardless.

    What I ask of you. Oh soul.

    Speak to me. Always.

    So I know where to go. Bravely.

    So I tell and live my truth. Happily.

    So when the time comes for me to go, I can say I’ve lived. Oh soul.

  • Being

    April 5th, 2020

    Being.

    Still.

    In the moment.

    Being so.

    That it’s exhilarating.

    And nothing more.

    Nothing else.

    Being.

    Free.

  • Someone Like Us

    March 28th, 2020

    Perhaps the world was not ready

    To face dreamers like us.

    Staring with judgement

    And throwing rocks.

    Or maybe it’s been crying

    For someone like us.

    To break the cold heavy chains

    And to turn it into ash and dust.

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