Jun 29, 2004 11:01
"i used to be a catapillar trapped in a cacoon.
now i have burst free and i must fly.
lets see where the wind takes me"
that was written on my first day of freedom where i woke up somewhere safe and warm with golden sunlight peeping through red curtains. i said goodbye to the only city i've really known and lived in, boarded a bus at waterloo place and headed for a new life in a new kind of cacoon. except how trapped i am in this cacoon depends on how much i allow it to trap me.
Butterfly flutterby, up so high into the sky ..............
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