flying
a metaphorical prose about my changing self
it was as if my feet had springs
and my heart grew wings
fluttering about
with just one touch
i was off the ground
many feet up
not to come down
this is not the life i would choose for me
and with these wings i will fly
to find myself
a person who i have not met before
she is everything
along with more
but i am nothing
yet i am her
we are one
we are the same
when will i find the intersection?
when will i become both at once?
will i lose my soul entirely? will a new one take its place?
or will it grow, blooming beautiful sunflowers filled to the brim with emptiness?
or will there be daisies holding the good and the bad like a yin-yang sign?
or will i ever find a tulip, the flower that could never do wrong? the flower that i strive to be, a symbol of innocence and beauty.
a reminder of my early days, when all was sweet and full of magic
where is the magic, when you grow? do you lose it as you go?
i believe it is still with me but not as seen. i must dig deeper to know her again. the tulip that i was before, i can be her once more
