"Owls, Peacocks, and Hummingbirds"
They fascinate me, and in my deepest thoughts I imagine them sprawling all over me in the form of ink, but I cannot verbalize why. Perhaps because in my deepest sorrows I stayed up late in the night, eyes open wide - while wisdom poured into my thoughts from the overcast of my day. Maybe, because the night time is full of mystery, peace, and depth.
I am an owl.
Representative of beauty, movement, and intrigue. Peacocks are rare, and distinct; beautiful in their own masculinity. And through my femininity I am vulnerable, and appreciative of the colorful array of feathers that blossom from their oddly shaped bodies. Delicate, fragile, while still maintaining strength and dignity.
I am a peacock.
The ability to stand still, while still gracing the air amazes me, awakens my senses. Lacking the ability to fly backwards as I the ability to be in the past, but momentarily they stand still in time, humming, pondering - as I do. Beautiful, deep and full of systematic developments in their evolution, like I was - planned and pre-conceived.
I am a hummingbird.
