sky
Recently I felt a power of breaking through, one step more, and then a pupa would become a butterfly. Nevertheless, this is a huge step; the last one is always the most difficult one to achieve. I’ve transferred from dark to grey, and am now seeing a spotlight. I’m eager to turn the spot to a line of light and to sunshine.
Last night I was jogging in the park, then I started walking, eyes to the blue sky. I felt losing control of direction, of where I was about to. Then I started making circle, feeling afraid, and then looked back again. Slowly, I can walk in a line when eye on the sky. I learned to find a direction.
I know, in reality, I’m making circle.