• Peace.

    Growth is about loving yourself but also to let others be there for you when you are in need.

  • Heal.

    The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

  • Shooting Star.

    The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.

  • Scribble.

    Some battles fought; survived and lost.

  • Words.

    Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.

  • Disguise.

    But here, only death surrounds.