Monday, April 8, 2013

"For she feared she'd fly away without the weight in her feet."

This quote, which is it considered a quote if only I, myself, say it to myself?- is something I've had in my mind for the past few weeks. The way I think of myself sometimes. As a dreamer, a thinker, a wisher... A girl who is only being held down by the mere fact that she is not weightless... because there is substance to her soul... a heaviness to her heart- acquired only, simply because she is a true living being who has witnessed the grey of life.

A girl who, if weightless, if thin as the skin of a balloon- as feathered as a bird- as chemical as helium; would just float away.

She wears a thin film of clouds as shoulder pads and armor of air.
Winged in a way you've never seen a creature before.
...and yet, her heart is soft.
An almost-invisible existence.
Gentile, but a will- built like the baobab tree.  Swelling, strong, and full.


  1. Simply, YOU Rock!!!!

    Much <3 MUCH LOVE!!!!!

    1. Your comments always make my day, Melissa!


  2. Your work is some of the most beautiful I've seen. I'm looking forward to when these babies flitter into your etsy space! For now, I will just stare at them awhile...

    1. What a lovely comment!
      I'm working away at getting things photographed for my shop- they will certainly be there!
      Thank you for your kind words- it truly made my day.