The city feels nostalgic, for the memories of the sleepless nights and aimless wonders I once traveled. The forest breaths me, It takes me back to the time when things were much simpler. The tree’s whisper sweet nothings and I melt back to just that. Nothingness, just that of star dust.


Pure Magic.

Do you question your gifts.doubt your strengths.Woe over your losses.forget you’re pure magic. That what we focus on, grows.Focus on your heart.Rather than your head.Play with alchemy, you’re an alchemist. Forget what they taught you.In the school of academia.For this is the school of life.A cultivation far more important. Listen to your intuition.Follow your heart.Let […]