When things are happening and you're scared, but the sky tells you to keep going anyway...
Keep. going.
You get in the car and you fill your tank with the fear, the curiosity, the uncertainty&unknown. Your roots grounded but your wings start to expand. To catch the air between each hope, each dream.
// "Why are you so scared to be who you are?"//
Because he said, she said, they told you it was not safe out there? I'm telling you the wilderness is the most freeing of all the landscapes. Away from the confines of your mind.
// "Tell me. Did you invite your heart in when you set up those prisons for yourself?"// Did you sugar them with grace and yet remember the vinegar, the salt of reality? To see what is true before you. Not an assumption, not black, not white. To feel the grey and yet express in colour...
And who would've thought the flirtation of the wind, the call of Spring's birds-- led me to my own reflection.
// "Don't you know I didn't see the colour of my eyes until you did?" // I didn't (even) think to. (Then) I started to... see more of me. I stood there. Right in front of you. That mirror. Right in front of me. This mirror. And I faced myself for the first time. And it wasn't until I swallowed. I inhaled, I exhaled. It wasn't until I said I love you to me... that I was finally free xx