She sits in solitude solemn but safe.
Lingering in liminal universes leaves her longing
for connection while lamenting the old version of
herself that she left behind.
The in-between brings discomfort but brims with
breath of new beginnings.
Her higher self heralds the call for courage over
comfort and resilience over resignation.
Peoples' projections permeate her field with
pesky reminders of how she was forced to perform
in a box for peanuts when
she should be shining on stage shimmering with
sequins and stardust.
For as the saying goes, "You can't talk butterfly language with
caterpillar people."
This temporary cocoon cradles her carefully as she listens
to the cadence of course correcting.
Without resistance she
settles into resting with remembrance.
Trusting in the divine to lead her to a timeless tribe of butterflies
who speak her language.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 4:49 PM UTC
She sits in solitude solemn but safe.
Lingering in liminal universes leaves her longing
for connection while lamenting the old version of
herself that she left behind.
The in-between brings discomfort but brims with
breath of new beginnings.
Her higher self heralds the call for courage over
comfort and resilience over resignation.
Peoples' projections permeate her field with
pesky reminders of how she was forced to perform
in a box for peanuts when
she should be shining on stage shimmering with
sequins and stardust.
For as the saying goes, "You can't talk butterfly language with
caterpillar people."
This temporary cocoon cradles her carefully as she listens
to the cadence of course correcting.
Without resistance she
settles into resting with remembrance.
Trusting in the divine to lead her to a timeless tribe of butterflies
who speak her language.
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