January 30, 2017



Life is but the passing glimpse of a history. It is a whisper on the winds of time. It is an echo in the halls of eternity. Every breath taken is insignificant to all that is immortal, even as every breath has significance.

Life is too short to spend it wasting time. It is too short to be at odds with yourself. It is too short to be conflicted in your soul. It is too short to be your own worst enemy, always battling yourself, punishing yourself for every tiny mistake, those thoughts you berate yourself with, the perpetual torture of belief that you are unworthy of what life has and is giving you.

You have to STOP this war on yourself. You have to stop thinking of yourself as nothing of value. You have to stop crumbling your dreams into dust because you might be the only one who believes in them. You have to stop the wounds you are leaving on your own heart.

You have to start seeing yourself the way those who LOVE you see you. You have to start seeing the potential in you, acknowledge what you have done, and see that the future holds so much room for growth and more. You have to start seeing the perfectly imperfect and beautiful being that God created to fulfill the purpose that He has charged you and you alone with.

Life is too short to spend it at war with the world, let alone yourself. It is too precious to be spent, even unconsciously, in the painful present of destroying the happiness hidden in the depths of your heart. You were meant for greater things than this, so open up your soul, unbind your heart, and free your mind from all you have inflicted on it, and start seeing and believing in the miracle that you are.

© Rosie Chee

December 22, 2016


Some days she's dark; some days she's light. No matter what, she's always true; she's always her - that you can trust. Her soul is dark with shimmers light, her heart black stained with crimson tears, her mind shattered but always sense. She holds madness in one hand and peace in the other, each as much a part of her as her smile, or tears, or eyes that look through your soul. She can hide with the best of them, assumptions and impressions all the world once knew of her, until she chose to share herself, and in her vulnerability let slip too much, the truth behind the mask now seen: The love behind the distance, empathy behind the cold, pain behind the indifference, an aching beyond the loneliness that she rarely sets free. There is a soul unlike any other, an oxymoron complete, for she is as she is not, a complexity few will - if ever - understand. Both woman and girl, enlightened though innocent and anything but, a soul forever young even as it has lived lifetimes; a Gemini is she, but so much more than can ever be explained by words. She just simply is and will always be. Me.

© Rosie Chee

October 29, 2016


She's lived and loved, cried and died, a phoenix rising through lifetimes, echoing haunted eyes from memories past. She terrifies those have never understood or can never understand, turning from seeing or hearing the truth that is her. Those who have known her in lifetimes before are surprised to see the explosion of passion from whence she emerges, not used to seeing glimpses of soul as they whisper out from the depths of the dark she usually keeps locked away from prying eyes, safe from all save a chosen few, not selected by her but by her heart, unpredictable creature that it is, sometimes causing even she to wonder at its madness. Unlike the world surrounding her, she walks in truthful contradiction, strange and tumultuous chaos to an environment that seeks control and order. There is madness in her kaleidoscope whirlwind through your sphere, a uniquely furious beauty that captures attention, scaring you, even as you desire to touch or take hold of the free spirit always wished for, fear of the unknown with the realization that the only ones who can truly join her are rare kin souls who understand the illusion and warrior in their midst.

© Rosie Chee

Photo taken by: Carley Patmythes
Make-Up by: Carley Patmythes (assisted by Mikayla Smith)