Fly like a Bird

 “You will fly like a bird.”

I remember well the delicate touch of my mom’s. She would caress my forehead for hours and I would just breath slowly and lay there in her arms. She is the sweetest person I know and I ever knew. 

We would fight some days and between me and my parents I was building a wall. Those were my angsty teenager years and I hated the way they make me feel. I was no longer capable of keeping my emotions to myself. Everyone would have known. Sorry – to my parents was no longer enough.

Fly like a Bird

I didn’t want to be the difficult person I was. I said sorry so many times, it hurts to remember them. “Mom, can you massage my back for a little while?” I was asking my dad too. I loved that feeling of protection around me.

“It’s difficult to grow up, while keeping the little child inside alive.” But I wanna do that…

Fly like a Bird

Dress: METISU

Photos by theweirdycat

Fly like a Bird

Let me tell you that time is precious… don’t waste it. I wish I could always remember that. And sometimes I really do. Sometimes I do get lost in time. And then I want to fly… where I can be the best version of myself and fly like a bird. 

Fly like a Bird

 

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