Fluidity

The fluidity, it’s burning me.Again and again my ashes remain valedictorians.I’m evermore different.A butterfly that is born everyday, new wings for the new way.I see the breadcrumbs of my face, the pieces that have matured, that have become something.I’m a butterfly 🦋Watching my own fire burn me downA fire that is born from the fireMy hair that lights the fireOne and anotherEvery single dayThis is the song of the fireIt’s blue and purple

The reactionIt’s chemical

Rebirth of my existenceThe story of the fluidityHow any arc is the oneHow my body can inhibit one’s emotions in a blink of light

My wildfireIt burns you and me bright

Forevermore surrenderThe undefinitionThe moritude

It asks for your songAnd everyday you shall kneel before your own rebirth.

Burn butterfly burn.Your feathers to give life anew.

Morphose to your own fluidity.Breathe the uncertainty.The forever possibility.Of infinite dimensions.

Be reborn.No stone has settled.So burn it all down.

From fire, I are born.