The feeling of desire. The feeling of wishing. The feeling of... hoping.
never the feeling of acting. never the feeling of doing. never the feeling of changing.
State.
Status,
State.
Status.
State.
Status.
Never moving. Never muting. Never transforming.
A forever caterpillar.
But I cant deny... I dream about the wings every single day of my life.
Like I was born wanting to know how to fly, before I even crawl.
Like the legend says: the chosen one has babbled never, but spoken fluently and never stoped...
'Till now, when she is too afraid to talk.
'Till now, when her ideas make a mess inside her head.
'Till now, when she is trying to discover how the world works.
'Till now, when she returns to her 13 year old blog.
To talk to her younger self, and say sorry for being a coward.
To maybe learn from her younger self to just speak, to just write.
To just be.
What's the thing about growing up.
