Thursday, January 26, 2006
Chrysalis Chronicles
I sit and think of this time that I wait for my illustrious wings. These wings that allow me freedom. This is the time that these wings are still being earned, not yet mine. This is the time that I'm not yet defined. So I define myself with a mass to molt and drape myself with my own ornamental home. Here within my chrysalis reality does not vary. Instead it is stabilized with visions of things that come from behind my eyes. Here is where all I dream I can be begins to materialize. For a moment life is what happens within this shell, an imaginary hell. But, I know that just when I feel that the darkness will consume me, it's inevitable I'll learn what it is to be free. All I can see nourishes me. My experiences will set me free to glide. Deep inside, I am a butterfly.
waiting4spring.
I sit and think of this time that I wait for my illustrious wings. These wings that allow me freedom. This is the time that these wings are still being earned, not yet mine. This is the time that I'm not yet defined. So I define myself with a mass to molt and drape myself with my own ornamental home. Here within my chrysalis reality does not vary. Instead it is stabilized with visions of things that come from behind my eyes. Here is where all I dream I can be begins to materialize. For a moment life is what happens within this shell, an imaginary hell. But, I know that just when I feel that the darkness will consume me, it's inevitable I'll learn what it is to be free. All I can see nourishes me. My experiences will set me free to glide. Deep inside, I am a butterfly.
waiting4spring.
