To change to a new set of clothes, skin, wings or just metamorphosis.
To be able to mold, to fold, or to make thoughts flexible.
To hold my head unlike a doll, to hold it so good through chaos and scary thoughts.
To grow around the vast jungle, the plants so height like the one in the Amazonas, and so unreachable like Tasmania devil on a cage.
To carry out dreams with aims, with joy, being able to flourish, to multiply, to thrive.
To NOT accept routine, sedimentary years, or stock energy.
To wave to new beginnings and to put away endings.
To manifest, breakthrough and to survive, to transforming in order NOT to die, to persist, resits and to come through desperately, NOT fear, NOT inner-threat, NOT inner-loaded ego, just to transform, transformations, or just on.
About the Creator
Lasha Desela
I'm a world traveler, educator, writer that loves to meet new people, share good conversations, articles, books and stories. I'm also a photographer, language enthusiast, music goer, technology keen and of course a foodie.
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Comments (2)
Wow Lasha. This was beautiful. Despite the long sentences, this had clear rhymes and came across like the wind. Breathing and flowery. I like also, the ending. How ‘just on’ read almost like you’ve shut your mind, the words coming out stopped flowing. Amazing, I loved it. 👌🏽
This is some deep stuff. It makes me think about how we should always strive for change and growth, not settle for routine. I've felt that urge to break free and transform in my own life too.