Thoughtspill

One day I am gonna grow wings (freedom). One day I am gonna grow wings (success). One day I am gonna grow wings (love). One day I am gonna grow wings (understanding). One day I am gonna grow wings (happiness). One day I am gonna grow wings (growing up). One day I am gonna grow wings (acceptance). One day I am gonna grow wings (purpose). One day I am gonna grow wings (detachment). One day I am gonna grow wings (hope). One day I am gonna grow wings (knowledge). One day I am gonna grow wings (meaning). One day I am gonna grow wings (reconciliation). One day I am gonna grow wings (family). One day I am gonna grow wings (self love). One day I am gonna grow wings (peace). One day I am gonna grow wings (revenge). One day I am gonna grow wings (friendship). One day I am gonna grow wings (mindset). One day I am gonna grow wings (independence). One day I am gonna grow wings (recovery). One day I am gonna grow wings (moving on). One day I am gonna grow wings (justice). One day I am gonna grow wings (victory). One day I am gonna grow wings (survival). One day I am gonna grow wings (belonging). One day I am gonna grow wings (potencial). One day I am gonna grow wings (identity). One day I am gonna grow wings (resolution). One day I am gonna grow wings (death).

Deep inside the cave of a dark forest of thoughts,

she’s caved in—with no one but herself.

The happiness that’s not real,

the pain that’s not even caused—

all play like a game inside her head.

A world she created,

where she’s both the creator and the director.

Her characters?

Made like old wine—sweet, bitter, intoxicating.

They keep her high on a life she can barely grasp.

But here’s the twist—

she doesn’t even place herself as the main character in her own story.

So let us do it.

Let’s make her the main character—

because she always was.

Her thoughts?

Free like birds.

Wild like shadows in the trees.

Untamed. Beautiful. Real.

So let’s begin this journey—together.

Where “she” is us.

Let’s get messy, wild, and honest,

and spill all the things we’ve kept locked away.

This is our soft chaos.