It has become unfathomable to me to believe that anything I desire to keep as mine to hold tightly within my arms for longer than brevity is possible.
Like investing in an on-campus Master’s Degree? Pshaaaw…don’t even try to achieve.
The only thing that clings is the past’s baggage – which I need to finish hacking some of these tendrils off from me.
In dragon metaphor, I have determined that I am the type to fly – and though I like to nest at times, the world awaits to be explored.
Candid Corvid Productions 