The Hues of Crepuscule...

 But for as long as we are breathing...

We have to experience life.

 

But just like rocks, pebbles, and stones...

You can be tough, and still be beautiful.

Queendom

 Shout-out to all the strong women fighting their battles in silence and resurging strong and beautiful like the NORTH WIND.

Hail to the strong Queens who choose only the right words to say for they are wise.

Kudos for their strong minds and hearts, for they were able to discern that they can win in peace for they know their truth.

Its time to show the world that, though most empires are ruled by kings, we can build and reign on our own. Let us spell in all caps the word - QUEENDOM.

Dedicated to all the strong women.

#WomenEmpowerment

#StrongIsBeautiful

 ...but your scars are not flaws,

They are Art stroke with pain.

Sympathy for the Liars

 I always believed that sympathy  is for the liars.

If you know the truth, you live  with honesty, and you have a clear conscience...

You don't need to tell everybody your side just to feel better.

Believe me, you can sleep well at night.

But to the liars with a guilty conscience, they will tell everybody their twisted stories to gain sympathy.

They will gaslight and bend every arrows.

They do that because they need others to sympathize with them so they can feel better.

They do that because they want others to convince them that they did the right thing... Because they do not even believe in themselves that they did the right thing.

Most of the time...

Those who cannot shut their mouths have the sincerest lies to tell.

 If you can't find the brighter side of life ...

Then create your own artificial light.

Remember...

Not all Sparks come from fire...

Sometimes, they ignite from electric bulbs.

 But sometimes...

The only way to survive 

Is to never look back.

Remember...

Just because it is where you came from...

Doesn't mean it is also your home.

A Thousand Forgotten Sequels

Ended stories...

Every chapter, every page.

Book is closed...

But then I wrote again...

And again...

A thousand forgotten sequels...

About a thousand forgotten what-if's.

And in a thousand forgotten possibilities...

Every thousand forgotten feelings...

Still a thousand forgotten memories

Could forge it's way to me.

And a thousand forgotten chances...

Your are turning into a thousand forgotten name.

And though your face becomes blurred by the thousand forgotten dreams...

My heart remembers that it loved you.