Going wherever the muse pushes me. I would say more, but I am speechless.

So have a look on the modern-retro look of us.

Before anyone says life advice is for pansies, these posts are a humble effort to keep it real.

Life Is Like A Painting. We are all given an empty canvas when we are born. Yellow and orange for every moment of joy and happiness, for that race in high school that we won, for the nights we spent with incredible friends dancing or gossiping about nothing in particular;. Blue for the days when we were down and low, for all those Mondays we hated going to work;. We keep adding all these colors to our emp.

Buried within are secrets so deep,. And the beauty is lost. Buried within are secrets so deep,. And the mystery is lost. This is the second quote challenge I have been nominated for. Which by the way is run by Jakarta Girl! .

The Uncertainty Principle To be or not to be. To be or not to be. I looked in those eyes trying to find. The fear in which they swam. The pain that broke teary dams. Eye for an eye making the whole world blind. Innocent blood was split, burnt bodies were lined. Though candles were lit and songs were sung. Still hard to understand if the communal bee never stung.

Will you join the journey? August 16, 2015. Water droplets are all over me. Actual drops of sweat are on my arms, forehead, legs and back. All this from a bad dream. How can this still be happening? How can this continue? His presence is so real. His actions are so real.

We are ridiculed and laughed at by the smart, sophisticated who proclaim in brittle banter that such things are out of date. It may seem almost useless to talk about peace when all around us we see a continued state of peacelessness. It is this state that forces on us the necessity of finding our own sources of peace to draw upon and live from.

A touch of my saint! A touch of my saint! A touch of my saint! August 17, 2015. You knocked me off my feet. Casting spells on this ordinary girl. In cellar of my heart. Leaving me head over heels.