But fly
by Isadora Canela
What you were became suddenly a memory. You want a hug and it seems as faraway as your best future dream. You are dissolving and even on this form the walls still holding you. And then you look around. You breathe. You change. You die. You live. You, human, you are alive, not alone. It means you gotta change. I know it’s hard for you, on this big body, small mind, crazy brothers, stiff feet. With this passion for yourself and at the same time for the nonsense paradoxical society that destroys you. I know it’s hard. But I’m here, even with my wings, I won’t leave, I am the leaf itself. It’s hard, butterfly.
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