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.
Softly.
Quietly.
Graceful.

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.




4 comments:

  1. Simply, YOU Rock!!!!

    Much <3 MUCH LOVE!!!!!

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  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...

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    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.

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