The spark within me told me what's my purpose in life: To guard this two angels, until the day that I die. Though the first one couldn't stay here, for she is now dancing in the orange sky. But the second one is bringing joy, and everything needed to overcome the darkest night.
Cruel world, steady mind. Dark past, left behind. Hazy fate, steady heart. Long road, never apart.
Imperfections all around, I'm best friend with my doubt. When it all comes down, I'll be running straight out. Don't mind my bruises, when I fell on the ground. Just say nothing happened, when you see me back in town.
Call it magic, a heavenly sign. Your reason for being here, is something I can't deny. Call it love, or perhaps even more. You are the perfect reason, to keep going on.
Today I was supposed to write a poem, but internet reminded me of much more than that. I don't recall writing here about my love for Austin Kleon and his books, but here's some wise words from him about the purpose of creating: “People are anxious about feeling like they should be doing more. Information... Continue Reading →
If words weren’t quite so easy to produce, it’s possible that people would treat them — and maybe each other — with a little more care. - Virginia Berninger, a professor emerita of education at the University of Washington.
Take care of your words, Take care of what you ask. No matter the distance, You know I will go that far. Take care of your choices, Take care of what you'll think. I might not be blinded by love, But it will make me do many things...
Never play to the gallery. Never work for other people in what you do. Always remember that the reason you initially started working was there was something inside yourself that, if you could manifest it, you felt you would understand more about yourself. I think it’s terribly dangerous for an artist to fulfill other people’s expectations.... Continue Reading →