There’s something beautiful about facing tragedy, you crack open a new, you find yourself in the parts of you; that can finally be explored freely with out judgement or guilt. Where to from here doesn’t...

It’s a nice feeling, Knowing, Someone lived easier Because I was alive.

Masters of flight don’t learn to fly because of all that helped them, they learnt to fly, despite all that tried to stop them.

I’ve reached a point, where I no longer believe I am unworthy of greatness, If the people I’m surrounded by; aren’t Intune with my growth, I’m happy to let go, If the job I’m working,...

Some believe to be spiritual, is to be always loving and shit… Being spiritual is taking no shit, by believing that your voice deserves to be heard if the deed is not satisfying your soul.