First blog post

To the readers,

These letters that I speak of, is what has me up most late nights and most early mornings, first they come to me as thoughts then I would wright them down on paper and now I post them on here, to share with as many of you as I can.

In these letters I write words of inspiration, words of wisdom, words of love, words of life and many other words, not specifically to any one soul but to the many, with the only intention that whom ever were to read them, they themselves would also get inspired.

I hope that with these letters I can reach out to many of you wonderful writers and readers alike, I look forward to seeing many followers and the many comments that follow.

A͙n͙g͙e͙l͙i͙ S͙h͙i͙x͙i͙o͙

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Love’s Masterpiece: The Mural Arc of Majesty Hills

A living tribute to a love tale that had changed the town, Gemma’s Book Nook was located in the center of Majesty Hills, where cobblestone streets meandered through quaint stores and the air was filled with the aroma of creativity. The mural, now worn with time, has come to represent unspoken feelings, common goals, and the creative spirit of compromise.

The town’s residents had embraced the evolution of Gemma’s bookstore, and every nook and cranny resonated with the vibrant energy of the artistic haven. The words of classic novels and the brushstrokes of contemporary art had come to represent a haven for both locals and tourists. Because of the love story that took place inside the bookstore, Majesty Hills had indeed blossomed into a sanctuary for dreamers.

One day, as the town prepared for its annual festival, Gemma and Jack found themselves reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment. Once a blank canvas, the mural now depicts a tale of resiliency, harmony, and unwavering love. The couple decided to participate in the festival by hosting an event at Gemma’s Book Nook, inviting the community to join in the celebration.

As the festival commenced, the bookstore hummed with life. Locals browsed the bookshelves, admiring the way the mix of art and literature defined the area. The walls were covered in paintings that compellingly depicted the spirit of Majesty Hills. The mural, still the centerpiece of the bookstore, served as a tableau for the festivities.

Literary talks, art exhibits, and live performances characterized the event. The group, which had grown into a large family, delighted in the happiness that came from connection and creativity. In the company of those who had come to be essential characters in their tale, Gemma and Jack laughed and told stories, thankful for the love that had changed both their lives and the town.

Gemma and Jack stood outside the bookstore holding hands as the sun sank below the horizon, bathing Majesty Hills in a warm glow. The mural seemed to come to life under the festival lights, with each brushstroke revealing a tale of unspoken feelings and the beauty of giving in.

Gazing upon the town, the pair found themselves immersed in the gentle glow of the celebration. Majesty Hills was now a source of inspiration and evidence of the transformational potential of love and togetherness. With the mural and the memories it contained, Gemma’s Book Nook’s legacy would live on as a treasured part of the town’s past.

Both locals and guests continued to enjoy Majesty Hills’ magic as the celebration went on. From being a peaceful haven, the bookstore had evolved into a vibrant example of the lasting impact of love, which had not only made Gemma and Jack’s lives better but also deeply ingrained itself in the community. 

Majesty Hills thus embraced Gemma’s Book Nook’s legacy—the mural, the dreams, the emotions, and the compromise that had painted the town with the timeless hues of a love story well-lived—as the night developed with music, laughter, and the glow of a thousand stories.

~ Angeli M. Shixio ~

W.O.L. From my Personal Collection #4

To my love,

Today seemed to be a sad start of a day. Outside looks dark and gloomy, and you are not here. I find myself wondering these streets with an empty thought, and like a jolt of life my heart skips a beat, new life of breath filled my lungs at the mere thought of you. All I could think of is you. This feeling that I have been keeping hidden for so long now like a rush of waves comes out and the day is sad no more. A smile from end to end that I can not resist over takes me and I’m like a child on Christmas morning.

I want to run to you, hold you, hug you and spin you, to feel you in my arms. What a fool I am, its my mind playing tricks on me again, but thinking of you in this moment my whole world has changed. The thought that ran through my mind was of you traveling so many miles to come and see me.

Though it wasn’t you whom my eyes saw I am happy to know that the thought of you still makes my heart feel alive. What a fool I must be, you are living a happy life for and I remembered why it was that I let you go. I would have only brought chaos and hurt, you deserve to be happy, to live a happy life not just a happy moment.

I write this letter of love as a reminder that I can still feel. I truly hope that you are as happy as you seem. I love you and I always will. Sometimes for our love to flourish we have to let it go.

~ Angeli Shixio ~

Words of love #33

The sky is clear and full of stars.

The night is quiet and calm,

It’s late and I know you are laying down looking up at the sky too,

I’m wishing I could be there with you.

Though I may not be there tonight,

I know that we are looking up at the same sight,

Wishing upon the brightest star in the sky.

No matter how far we are,

We can always look up to our northern star.

~ Angeli Shixio ~

Mind – Body

The mind and body must be connected, for without that connection we can not be affective, that connection is how we express our true selves, that which we use to connect with others on a deeper level, a stage that without that connection we could never reach and we will be lost to wonder aimlessly.

Through deep search and meditation can we see the paths to self, self awareness, self understanding, only then can we begin to self express and show our true self.

Those who can not see or understand have not that connection, and if they choose to remain in their stage they will never grow, they will remain shackled to the mysteries of “what if”, their ability to understand will slowly and soon decay and will never know why.

~Angeli Shixio~

Words of Love 30

Tonight I will fight my sleep to stay awake,

Too many days has it been since the last and I miss your voice, I miss your words telling me that you love me, most of all I miss to hear the way that you yawn when you’ve awoken from a beautiful dream.

Angeli Shixio

W.O.L. from my Personal Collection 3

I was in my apartment all alone

It was already night and everything was dark all around. I headed towards the front door, as I’m standing there I am hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. I paused for a moment just to hear the footsteps approaching my door. I get this sense in the pit of my stomach and I can’t shake the feeling that I know who is out there nearing my apartment but a blank thought draws in my mind. I looked to see who it was and it was you. I quickly I unlocked the door and opened it up to a big hug, one of those hugs that makes you feel the comfort and love, the kind of hug that you hold and never want to let go. You looked me in my eyes and I could see the happiness in your face expression. What happened next was truly something magical, when I felt the warmth of your lips pressed against mine, my heart skipping a beat and though my eyes where closed I could see your smile, I could see the shooting star and I wished for this moment to never end, so I kissed you harder and I held you tighter and you did the same. And that moment is when you told me how much you love me without speaking a single word. I awoken with a smile on my face, with you in my thoughts and love in my heart, from a most beautiful dream and it was with you. 
Angeli Shixio

Words Of Love 29

It’s colder without you

As I lay here tonight I can feel the cold from outside, I can hear the wind knocking at my window and the branches of the trees whipping in the breeze. Though I cover myself with this blanket I still feel the cold but the thought of you gives me warmth.