Sydney WoodsJul 30, 20191 min read(untitled)Updated: Jul 31, 2019To know I am an element,is to knowI am a part of all of it.
Sydney WoodsJul 30, 20191 min readMe Right NowUpdated: Jul 31, 2019when you see the futurecan you change your mind?i'm not saying i want to I'm only wonderingon destinyon fateon kismeti knew a kismet onceshe was a whiskeredbitcha bitingscratching bitchbut she wasbeautifuland elegantthe kismet i know nowis fantastic,grandiose,and at timesunbelievablebut how could i deny fate?so i must believeseeing myselfso confidentso happyso lovedhow could i argue with that?somehow it's hard to imaginemyselfso greatwhy wouldn't i want to believe it?what does thatsayaboutmeright now?
when you see the futurecan you change your mind?i'm not saying i want to I'm only wonderingon destinyon fateon kismeti knew a kismet onceshe was a whiskeredbitcha bitingscratching bitchbut she wasbeautifuland elegantthe kismet i know nowis fantastic,grandiose,and at timesunbelievablebut how could i deny fate?so i must believeseeing myselfso confidentso happyso lovedhow could i argue with that?somehow it's hard to imaginemyselfso greatwhy wouldn't i want to believe it?what does thatsayaboutmeright now?
Sydney WoodsJul 30, 20191 min readCocoonUpdated: Jul 31, 2019You may expectthe butterflybut right nowit's all cocoonDeveloping slowlydeveloping wingsto fly over your expectationsButGive her timeher wings are large,ornate,powerful, fierce and delicateShe'll land here and there,wings like the eyes of Owlshe sees the futureShe lands hereand the weasel,on his way,stopsready to pounce on herbut she's off before he has the chanceNow the weasel,three seconds delayed,three seconds that change his worldNow the weasel, in his moment of concentration,has time to hear the hunterand has three seconds moreto hideNow the weasel,learning the importance of a short pause, has more babiesand the weasel's pups also stop three seconds earlierto hear the hunter approachand so hideNow the weasel thrivesthanks,in part,to the butterflySo give the caterpillar her time,because...Sometimes taking up three secondsof someones lifeis the measurebetween lifeand death.
You may expectthe butterflybut right nowit's all cocoonDeveloping slowlydeveloping wingsto fly over your expectationsButGive her timeher wings are large,ornate,powerful, fierce and delicateShe'll land here and there,wings like the eyes of Owlshe sees the futureShe lands hereand the weasel,on his way,stopsready to pounce on herbut she's off before he has the chanceNow the weasel,three seconds delayed,three seconds that change his worldNow the weasel, in his moment of concentration,has time to hear the hunterand has three seconds moreto hideNow the weasel,learning the importance of a short pause, has more babiesand the weasel's pups also stop three seconds earlierto hear the hunter approachand so hideNow the weasel thrivesthanks,in part,to the butterflySo give the caterpillar her time,because...Sometimes taking up three secondsof someones lifeis the measurebetween lifeand death.