That you are of two worlds, hurled from lunar atmospheres and solar frequencies, that I know.
That you are bursting with hope and hilarity, seizing in bear hugs all who float by, I know too. Also that you are sneaky, yes you are, leaking lies, striving to impress, beguiling the well-intentioned with intense and immense argumentations, sentences that fall into phrases, phrases into words, words into letters, letters into ugly smudgy blotches of ink.
Think before sinking into that morass, move fast, fly.
Don’t deny the demon – but you, who are of two worlds, must learn to unfurl your mauve boa with esprit, élan and go forth, sew, sow, and delight, claim your birthright, if you can, both birthrights, hobnail boots here, glass slippers there. Ride the wild mare of red night, all blue mane and glinting hooves into the buttery dream of day.
This is another photo from my recent Barcelona trip: chimneys come alive on the rooftop of Gaudí’s La Predera. When I first saw them, the chimneys turned into guardsmen but in my photo they seem to have become more feminine.
Weekly Photo Challenge: transmogrify