I've lost my mind a couple of times, it's how i have become so free.

Be an individual, let out the self that hides away at the expense of others approval.

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

She was a rule breaker, never settling her fierce spirit for things built of structure.

People are always relying on another, i always feel more comfortable alone. Art knows my pain, its not just a desire to paint, a hobby to distract me from living my truth, it is my truth.

You wake up oneday and it's different, not so much in a physical way but in the way you look at things. I think when you reach that primary moment in your life, you finally have the courage to let go of the human attachments and start to live in a way that compliments your heart and soul.