Suspicious Minds

Behind that practised smile and shaded eyes, you’ve built walls of indifference, . Each wall a sheath of an uncertainy, an insecurity.  You think you’re protecting yourself by shielding these glimpses from the others. If only you could see how beautiful you look when wonder lights up those eyes, the strength you emanate in your pains and the vulnerability of your broken pieces. You’re human, flaunt that.

How true, how true is your soul ?

“Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.” – Frank Norris

 Your secret hideaway, Photo collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice 

Que Sera Sera

I recognize that look in your eyes. Yes, just the one. The one that sits and worries about imagined dragons, the one that asks what if, the one that sees rainbows not as prisms of magic, but tailends at the edges of misty rain. You’ve been wearing that look for the week, now it’s time to shrug it off.

Could you do something for me for you ? Change your whys into why nots, your hows into this ways , your wheres into heres, and your whens into nows.

It’s the weekend. Go forth, just live. Whatever will be, will be.

"Things are what they are, and whatever will be, will be". - Jonas Jonasson, The Hundred Year Old Man who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared

Crouching Painters, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice

Steady My Heart

Let go. That thing that’s holding you back, cut off the strings that tie, you’re not a marionette. You need to know that even if you fall, the freedom of that leap was worth the risk. We all need that sort of faith to free fall before taking flight.

“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” - JM Barrie, Peter Pan

Photo collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice

Born This Way

I see calm seas of blue, sparkling multicoloured rainbows of bliss. Yellows of inspiration, golds of achievements. Fury, rage and passion, different hues of red streaked across in heavy strokes. The black of grief and loss leaves in its wake a marring trail,  dignified strokes set apart from the rest, and yet so distinct. And whites, so much white, all waiting to be filled, waiting to be coloured in. Everything part and parcel of the vibrant polaroid of life.

Each stroke, each dapple, each pigment a testament to being alive. Do you see how unique and beautiful these experiences make you ? Why do you insist on erasing the past ? Do you see that you’re really trying to clear the canvas and start on a blank slate ?

" Life is a great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can at it. " - Danny Kaye

- Inner Voice 

Breakeven

Love is not brave.

Love teaches you to take a step back when every instinct in you screams for a fight. Love tells you to be patient as you pour all your soul and energy into someone and something but get lashings in return.

Love sacrifices when there is nothing left to give. Love goes hungry when there’s little else to satisfy. Love gives and gives and gives, even when it hurts, even when it’s bleak, love gives.  

Love is not brave. 

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” - Lao Tzu

- Inner Voice