You come with doubt
with a knack for disparaging

You come with ego
with a conviction of having seen it all

You come to the foot of the solar system
with your cosmic disregard for virtue

You leave as you should
with a singed tongue
with eyes dripping ashes

healing is not linear
it is a balance
an ebb and flow

don’t you know
the work is never done?
sometimes you have to
come undone
to remember what it’s like
to feel complete on your own
to remember the worth
that settles in your bones

there is a whisper
inside your soul
aching with growth
it’s getting louder
can you hear it?

can you dance to the beat
of your fleeting intuition?

can you feel the strength
blooming within you?
coming to fruition
if you just listen...

can you feel the earth
moving at your feet
the mountains
of all the defeat
you’ve climbed upon

you are an echoing
of everything

feel the oneness that surrounds you
the goodness your heart pumps to

that rhythm in your spine
it’s all aligning
with your dreams

there’s cosmic reason
sewn into all your seams
there is nothing you cannot be

you are
e v e r y t h i n g

let it all go
b r e a t h e
there is so much beauty
hidden underneath
so much love still
left to see

and your greatest days
have yet to be...

he did not find purpose
in the titles
the money
none of that

so into the forest he went
to lose his mind
to lose his life


but to find his soul

I'm like an open book
And yet I feel like I'm shrouded in secrets
Unsaid words...unshared feelings..unexpressed emotions
I'm a beautiful mess...
Chaos and clarity both co-exist in me so harmoniously
Conviction and doubts...they both are attracted to me
Love and hatred...I'm an equal receiver of both
I say so much
And yet I feel like I've never really said anything
I think too much
And at times my mind just feels like a blank vacant space..
...unable to process anything
I can't quite define myself..
...i keep asking myself strange questions...
...who am I?
...what am I?
...do I have any purpose and if so then what is it?
My days are mostly spent in sadness and regrets  
And yet I find joy when I'm able to pen down this sadness
Sure..i cry my soul out when I write about the pain and regrets
But just being able to write about it gives me a different kinda' high
I guess it makes me feel relieved in some ways..
...a strange sense of comfort about being able to write what troubles me

One should chase wisdom and not news.

Tiny bumble,
Buzzing busily.
Duty bound.
I envy your work.
To replenish the beauty in this world is a heavy task.
You make it seem so delightful.

Let’s lie down
under sun and open sky,
under moon , under the  stars!
With  the purest love of all
You’re my king and
I’m your queen
till end of time
Let’s be royal for a day
make a castle
And hide a way.
Live happily ever after
as in a fairytale.


Shell ✨🐚