Natural causes, supernatural destiny
the birth of beauty in its truest form
pain staking discomfort, transformation
giving up, letting go, stepping in to isolation and darkness, powerless to natures chosen path
resignation that this body, this perceived dwelling of self no-longer serves that but the hungry bird, just a morsel for hungry souls
in the damp, unknown and unfamiliar
Metamorphosis
Upon birth the butterfly is simply waiting to be born
-Alisa Hutton
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