She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn’t need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.
Our eyes met and our souls caught on fire.
Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that’s how beauty is grown;
through the darkest of our days we become the light.
You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.
– Wise words from my best friend.
If your heart is conflicted, teach it to be unrestricted.
There is something magical and transformational about saying “yes
what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.
She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.