“I am confident, and then I am not.
I am brave, and then I am not.
I am kind, but am I always?”

I feel my passion pulsating through my veins, it yearns to be fulfilled.
But how am I to do so, if I am not always who I want myself to be?
Always dreaming never living.
Only sometimes does the girl walk on the pathway.
The meadows seemed to call out to her, there she is safe, she is confident, she is brave, and always kind.


Let Her Fly.

How can the butterfly find its way, when you cut off its wings?
How can you sleep by the end of the day, while you feel the guilt it brings?
We can love freely, but not to the point of suffocation.
We must love truly, with just the right amount of trust and toleration.