the start of the adventure. the beginning of a new life. finally expanding your lungs to breath in the new fresh air of 'somewhere new' being 'someone new'. i can laugh without a restraint in my neck, smile without a crease in my lip, and i can move without a shadow tip=toeing at my side. i am free.
some of us cmaouflage ourselves, in order to hide within the environment in which we are encased, undiscovered from our prey, always hunting us. some of us are so outlandishly loud in our vibrancy we choke on our pretentiousness, but at least people stop and stare and remark at our colourful nature. some of us are beautiful, some of us nervous. but one thing we all have, is like a moth to a flame, a butterfly to a bud, is our beginning. the hold over us from where we came from, the home that held us and brought us up.
i gulped in air; fresh, and free. my lungs expanded as though i was breathing for the first time. i smiled. my heart swelled. i was no longer trapped, i was no longer held. i was finally able to spread these wings and discover where they would or could take me.
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