Why does it matter what I do with me? Why do I need the approval of my daughter, my
husband, a friend, another friend…
is the girl in the mirror a puppet?
We are each a single petal, in our own direction.
But yet we grasp onto a shadow, hide under it like a blanket and peek around the corners, trying to see if we’re being watched. Doing something we shouldn’t even though we are all petals from the same flower.
The seeds are meant to create unique life away from the immortal pod. Where the wind blows because where we land is where we should be.
We are told turn right or left or turn back around.
Catastrophe, choreography… C’est la vie
husband, a friend, another friend…
is the girl in the mirror a puppet?
We are each a single petal, in our own direction.
But yet we grasp onto a shadow, hide under it like a blanket and peek around the corners, trying to see if we’re being watched. Doing something we shouldn’t even though we are all petals from the same flower.
The seeds are meant to create unique life away from the immortal pod. Where the wind blows because where we land is where we should be.
We are told turn right or left or turn back around.
Catastrophe, choreography… C’est la vie
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