itching to leave my cocoon
itching to bloom
i’ve been in here too long
safe & snug
throughout my cold & dark
into a bright eruption
a moth to the moon
a bee to a flower
stream of consciousness verse. that’s basically how my brain works. if you ever have a conversation with me in person, it’s not too different than reading my brain outbursts here & in my art journal.
in all the wrong places….
but i digress! i am itching to get out of my cocoon. i feel like that is what my time here at my childhood home has been. i feel like that is what my submerging myself into my art journal exploration of my dark & drippy psyche has been.
i’ve written out all the parts of my brain that i can right now. i’ve written them out to make room for new thoughts.
revolutions & epiphanies await.
just have to shake free of the rest of this
rise from my tomb