I cry when I remember, for what once was a blaze is now but dying embers, the child is no more, the light is dim, my life, it’s as cold as nights in December, the end is nigh, of what I used to be, I am now but a remnant.

This world as you see it just isn’t the same, it is inane, are you in this to enlighten or to entertain, this isn’t sane, I’m in the rain all alone, am i insane, I’m in my lane, but they point fingers and say I’m deranged.

Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.

Oh sadness, your crowns are overarching, will a beam of light ever penetrate those dark leaves, from where does this pain stem, rooted my heart deep, my branches are heavy, my head is down and my stalks weak, my efforts bear no fruit, will I ever reach the canopy.

My own people say that all of my sadness I’ve feigned, but what you feel inside often it is very hard to explain, and now I’ve become accustomed to the dark clouds, the pellets of frozen rain, the dryness of the cold winds that has burned my face, do I ever want the storm to abate.

In a sense we are all larvas and this world our cocoon, our chrysalis. Sometimes what you’re going through requires isolation, a process that comes with a lot of pain.
The cells in your body will be working towards change, towards rebuilding themselves.
So whether it be mental, emotional, spiritual, or even physical, remember that it is a process of cultivation, a process of development and reshaping of the self. And so in this moment you’re enveloped by darkness, but it is in this darkness that you shall find the light, and it is here that you shall develop your wings and consciously break though and transform into your higher self, the butterfly.

Ever since we left the womb, most of us have had this innate fear of getting trapped in inclosed spaces, confinement.. well, did it ever occur to you that maybe we’re beings destined to roam freely however we wanted, nothing to hold us down, maybe like flowers in bloom, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe, itself. It is no coincidence that labour in modern day society gives us anxiety, because through our hearts, through our bodies, it permeates no feeling of freedom, maybe because we’re under restraint, under authority, you can not move however you want to, at work, anywhere, a claustrophobic feeling that has clung to our hearts, surrounding it like iron bars, unlike the ribs of course that are protecting it.
Everywhere we go, we’re never free, similar to birds in captivity, we’ve become oblivious to the wings that once lifted us off the ground and into the ether, forgetting the ability of flight, confined to tight spaces, encumbered by these invisible walls society has built for us.