Saturday, May 17, 2008
The Butterflies is the story of my metamorphosis... the journey of a great sisterhood bonded by one vertical obsession.
I feel like a butterfly... maybe even a flower. A chrysenthemum that blossoms open like a dancer's hand holding the warm sunlight in her palm. My fears had gone unnoticed like the bubbles coming off hidden treasure at the bottom of the ocean. I seized on them to feed my appetite for the coming adventure. And my anxiety of it. A beautiful anxiety nonetheless.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach but tickle my heart. The air promises imminent success. We are 3 to a wing and together, we've taken flight.