People are always relying on another, i always feel more comfortable alone. Art knows my pain, its not just a desire to paint, a hobby to distract me from living my truth, it is my truth.

Be an individual, let out the self that hides away at the expense of others approval.

You could say that life just happens and it's the way it goes, you either accept it or you fight it...
Or
You can be one of the few that rises above this perception and fights in all their glory to create the life they want, regardless of the struggle.
Who do you want to be? Someone to remember or someone easy to forget...

You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn't come from a sad soul.

She was a rule breaker, never settling her fierce spirit for things built of structure.

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly