For a time, we're free falling, swinging between who we once were and who we will become. We feel a sense of loss for our old self and desires. We must mourn, even though ultimately the loss will prove beneficial for us, then move ahead with our lives knowing, and accepting, that we will continue to metamorphose forever.
These words are unspoken in my mind; recently i feel like a bird trapped in a golden cage.
These words are unspoken in my mind; recently i feel like a bird trapped in a golden cage.
