Wednesday, April 25, 2012
My soul is a butterfly
I could tell you that I have always been brave and shown calm composure nevertheless despite this over a decade ago my life would chase and crash around me in waves so strong that irrepressible gasps were almost inevitable to restore my equilibrium and serenity. Now I glide, still moving fast but now thinking slow, my wings outstretched as if to fly to you.
And maybe that's the point. I could tell you so many things, but they would really only be pieces, pieces of a road map, a pitch black sky with a single visible luminescent star, a blue-green ocean, a compass, pointing you the way of my heart. I am an incomparable golden wildflower waving at you. My soul is a butterfly, come fly with me...