Metamorphosis

How does it feel to loose someone You loved so dearly? Painful, pathetic "words, words, words" It's seraphic, the Blazemoche How tiny little things can make you feel a thousand. The metamorphosis cycle is a never ending one A chance encounter with something different from your vicinity takes you to another level. What a strange, unsual situation. A person whom you have known for so long Is standing right there, watching you climb up the stairs of life And all you can do is wave to them, the final adieu. Losing yourself to the fire that burns down your love to see the glint of goodness inside people to ashes - and then being called "growth" The only question one could ask during this chapter is about the meraki - how to do something with soul, creativity or love or leave a piece and essence of yourself in your work?