In a world…so superficial…so on the surface…it’s a terrifying place to be.
Everyone has someone/something trapped inside them…trying to breathe. Trying to move…
trying to be loved…trying to love.
Some simply can’t…It’s the weakness of man.
Like a butterfly in a wire cage…every time she beats her wings to try and fly... The wings become more tattered and torn….
You can tell the depth of her longing for escape by simply counting the scars on her wings.
But how do you think she got there?
Was she born there?
Was she lured…?
None the less…the door is locked…and she pleads with her eyes for the one who holds the key….
Trapped in every rib cage beats a heart…
And if the heart beats... There is life….
Our own bodies carry this metaphor of life. Even in death.
There the human heart lies…in its cage of skin and bones…