When You Have Gone Astray
Stop, breathe, listen
Lost, confused, dizzy – butterfly hitting turbulence – and falling down to the ground, to the ground. Gone is the sky, gone is the wind – it danced away; now it’s hard to breathe. Choke on the void, lungs filling up with dust, as wings flutter beaten, broken, torn to shreds by the doubts and the fear that shattered your world into sharp sharp pieces.
Crawling, clawing soil into patterns of panic, and trying to get away. Away from nowhere. Away from a place of no maps, a place without directions.
Flutter little butterfly. Struggle, struggle to get back where you belong. Afraid, so afraid, that it is all in vain. Scared of being too damaged to ever find a way.
Is it all hopeless, little creature?
The ground stretches from sunrise to sunset. Where to being?
Fear not, flickering heart.
Just follow the sound of dreams and you will find your way home.
Crawling, clawing soil into patterns of panic, and trying to get away. Away from nowhere. Away from a place of no maps, a place without directions.
Flutter little butterfly. Struggle, struggle to get back where you belong. Afraid, so afraid, that it is all in vain. Scared of being too damaged to ever find a way.
Is it all hopeless, little creature?
The ground stretches from sunrise to sunset. Where to being?
Fear not, flickering heart.
Just follow the sound of dreams and you will find your way home.