TraDigitalArt
Every day a part of me flies away. Where and why? I don’t know anymore. Maybe someone remembers me. On its top floor.
You can imagine yourself as a butterfly. To know the flapping of wings as the beating of the heart. Understand and accept the beauty within yourself.
Once a woman found a tiny chick. I brought him home and took care of him. Over time, the bird grew into a beautiful swan.
In your sun my lace. They’ll spin a web at some point. Searing light glides through the threads. I’m barely alive under the heat of it…
There’s always room in my big heart for you to fly. I’ve had enough of your song coming around the bend.
