“I don't defend pain, But I do respect its ability to make us stronger and wiser after it stings.”

“I don't defend pain, But I do respect its ability to make us stronger and wiser after it stings.”

“The wind has many lovers and I am one of them, I move freely in her armsI know no chains, nor bound to anyone’s truth, you can call me a harlot of the wind, I take no offense, because I know at the end of my days, my face will show that I have been kissed by the breath of GOD.~Micheline Jean louis”

“Your smile is poetry to my soul igniting flames of old”

“I used to be mad when they called me crazy, until I realized that in those moment they consider me insane I was following my heart, doing what makes me happy and most of all being myself.so now when I am called crazy I take it as a great compliment because it's a confirmation that I'm living my best life.”

“I am of course lost in this journey I'm on, but I do remain confident, though I am lost it will be a great adventure, this adventure will surpass my wildest imagination. so call me a fool, but I'm happy to be lost.”

“The universe begins in infinity and move in infinity, your soul is part of the universe you have no end; your soul will always thrive in eternal flame.”

“The magic of love is available to us all; we have to learn how to align ourselves so we can connect to its source, doing so will allow magic an opening to manifest in our lives”

“Oh love let me embrace your path, to be remembered in kindness so I may remain immortal”

“Happiness is a great big hug, hugging us from the inside. allow yourself to feel its warmth and grace”

“Love is a figment of our imagination; becoming whatever we wish it to be. We customized our feelings to control love, resembling a wind being tossed about whichever way it suits us. Love is a game for the fittest, if you are weak at heart it will destroy you, it will blemish your soul. Love is another religion with a massive following that needs faith to believe that its tangible. This phenomenal Love we hunger for has become our heaven and hell, that we've created for ourselves. Love is an expression we hope to be conceived in, however having no genuine desire to partake in its birthing process, for the reason being that we know the minute love gives birth to us; death would be the first to greet us with a kiss upon our trembling lips of hopes. In conclusion Love is a fickle little thing”

“A Poet never denies creativity entrance.”