mine for a mind

butterfly

enveloped in my dirty sheets surrounded by darkness and sweat and tissues and clothes,
i started to shed...
..becoming one with myself,
embracing my inner self,
renewal.
rebirth.
riding the wind of my madness,
the madness created by the past that i cant change,
letting go of the mistakes and sadness and ache i had once been consumed of,
savoring my spiritual awakening.

i am light and beautiful and in my own capacity
-a.