“ I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen to you are not one and the same. —Colleen Hoover ”
"She is not beautiful because she is art. She is not art. You can't touch art. It sits in a gallery and is admired for a while, from a distance before people move on to the next piece, the next exhibit, the next gallery. She is not art, because she is too much, too real and too alive. She deserves more than a fleeting glance, a cursive look or a critical gaze. She deserves more than to be put in a private collector's gallery, secreted away from a single person's gaze. She deserves to be loved and held and kissed and enjoyed. No, she is not art. She is better. She is beautiful because she is emotionally, heartbreakingly, achingly human. And she deserves to be loved for that more than anything in this world." -Nikita Gill
Trees and Leaves by MeI think the problem was that I thought I didn't care.That in roaring drunkenness I set flame to thoughts.I told the world I didn't want to be restrained anymore,And I thought you had laced me in chains of eternity.But it wasn't you, I had forsaken myself to forever.Because when I unbound myself you became wild.Straddling the autumn wind like little withered leaves.And I, I was a tree deeply rooted to soiled memories.I can’t change my stubbornness as it is planted,unless I shaped the earth around me-in all its pieces.I think the molding is enough to change the world.Because they never thought a tree could move.And in this stubbornness you will finally see,I wished to love the lively leaves surrounding me.You, wished to cling to anything that would nurture.You wanted protection and compassion from anyone.But I, demanded a love unconditional-as it laid in another.So I must find new leaves in the air to mother.I never wanted to watch you shrivel up in loneliness.But I couldn't bear seeing a purpose if there was no forever.Because you just want something to cling on and share no eternities-I did what I had to and set myself free.You wanted roots and limbs to prosper and give you life.While I was in search of leaves to bond in lifetimes.And damn may I admit the truth to you darling?I was hoping you had felt the same.