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How do you paint the colour of your soul? With an infinite palette of colours to choose from, would you be able to choose the exact right combination to reflect the truth about the life that burns inside of you? How do you embody that internal flame, so that the marks you make on the world are marks from the heart and …
The invisible girl slipped down crowded streets alone. No one ever saw her. No one recognised her. No one talked to her. Hiding in shadows, she slithered around street corners, drifted down crowded streets and disappeared through her front door. No one ever knew she had been there. At home, she felt relieved to have …
She was awake. Awake in the dark. She longed to sleep... yet there she was... wide awake. Eyes open, in the dark black night. She wondered when it had gotten so dark. It seemed to have taken eternity while happening overnight. She rose hauntingly from the bed where she laid and moved toward the mosaic frame on the wall. Dreading …
Nothing else matters. Nothing else has ever mattered. Only the desire to be free. The desire to be she. She longs to abandon the mould that's encased her spirit from the moment she took her first breath. The flimsy, transparent mould that is curiously so stubborn. Despite the cracks in its brittle shell, she is fully bound in …
The room was ambient during the night, but she had never liked it in the bright light of day. In the evening, under dimmed lights, the amber reflections made it feel warm and inviting. But, the brightness of the day revealed bare walls and emptiness. It was stark and stale. She hated it, because much …
We are all one... I don't think I really understood the concept of 'oneness' until I went to India to study yoga and I 'felt' it. It's ironic that I felt it there. Firstly, because I was terrified of going. I thought I was going to die. Secondly, because I felt no connection to India …
She listened to the song over and over. '....baby, baby, it's a wild world. Hard to get by just upon a smile girl'. She was just a child when she played this song on repeat. She didn't know why, but something about the lyrics haunted her. She heard some truth. She sat alone in her …
'Understand your power'... She said to me in a quiet moment. I was intrigued because, at the time, I didn't know I had any power. I was intrigued because I wanted to understand what she meant. No, I didn't want to understand... I wanted to feel what she meant. She was a woman of high regard. …
'If you focus on the moon when clouds are passing by, you'd swear the moon was moving, but when you set your gaze upon the clouds the moon is still'
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