Many speak to her but she's looking for the one who knows her souls language.

Your mind, it will trick you but your heart, it will not.

Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.

You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.

I don't paint what people expect, I paint what my heart yearns to express.

Just dabbing pieces of my heart into things that make me shine, my little young simple life.

Literature will save me it's the only certainty i am sure of.

it's often been said, she's easy on the eye but the moment she shows you a slice of her personality, you'll feel for the first time, something of magic is walking on this earth.

She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.

She wasn't ordinary, I liked her that way. Mystery oozed from her pours as she walked so lightly I could have mistaken her for an angel.