Metamorphosis

Like growing wings. 
Like growing old. 
Like overcoming fears. 
Like blooming. 
Like letting petals fall. 
Like handling the imperfect well. 
Destroying and discarding in order to create is the only option.
Like the only practice of happiness. 
Movement. 
The rest is fiction, the rest is ties. 

Happiness is a butterfly, it is bright explosions inside the stomach and high in the festive skies, it is what we love and it is shining, is being in the stage of beauty. But happiness is also meek, flexible, dull, learned, mixed with bitterness, grieves, hides, validates herself, re-learns, and above all, balances herself. Working on becoming, getting wings out of it, is real happiness. Happiness is also a larva and it is also a chrysalis. Wise happiness beats at every stage of metamorphosis.

Metamorphosis (2020)