Tangled and imprisoned by the one thing that captured her affection,
it overshadows and masks his heart, delicately suspended on its own.
Waiting.
it overshadows and masks his heart, delicately suspended on its own.
Waiting.
Yearning.
It will be left wanting, as he knows not of the freedom she wishes for him to revel in.
Master of mind and of the cocoon, he finds himself irresolute with the unpredictability of uncharted paths.
Limited by his survival techniques, he bids farewell to the butterfly who wished, he too, would have ascended to the skies.
It will be left wanting, as he knows not of the freedom she wishes for him to revel in.
Master of mind and of the cocoon, he finds himself irresolute with the unpredictability of uncharted paths.
Limited by his survival techniques, he bids farewell to the butterfly who wished, he too, would have ascended to the skies.
“…when love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard or steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him…" -The Prophet, Kahil Gibran
November 2011
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