“What am I?”
“You’re a bird,” he whispered.
I thought about this for a moment. “How am I a bird?”
“Because you’re trapped. You want so badly to fly away, to be free, but you’re stuck in your nest here. You’re not strong enough to fly yet.”
I dropped my eyes, amazed that he could know so much about me, without really knowing me at all. “Well, when will I be strong enough?” I ventured, my voice small.
“Only you can decide that. You’ll know when you’re ready.”
“And until then?”
The corner of his lip twitched into a small smile. “Stretch your wings, little bird.”
- oh my gosh this is so gorgeous! - L. Drew
- i just love the texture here so much! - elizabeth tao
- Rarely to I critique peoples' work, and much less yours, as you are such a master of the art... but I think this might look better cropped like so. I find the sky at the top rather distracting from the brilliance in the textures and subject-matter. :) - Emerald Shatto (Old account)
- Actually, it's funny you should say this. The inclusion of the skyline was purely intentional. I had considered cropping it as well, but I decided to leave the skyline in. The concept is about being "trapped" in a way, but the skyline provides the comforting message that there is a way out, there is an escape. All is not lost. Thank you for your input though, I really do appreciate it dear :)
“What am I?”