Ships, Swallows, Sails
It started with a small ship. I didn't want to go too far. I only wanted to feel what it was like to sail. But I was silly for believing in a world defined by its limits; as if the sun could say to the seed: oh, don't grow too much! If you believe in your own force, the world opens itself wider so you may become fuller. Dreams become decisions. Small ships become bigger ships. Drops of water become waves.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, and that Bukowski poem used to make me cry every night. I was scared, I was small, I was skeptic. I felt too much but did so little. I never let the bluebird out.
Small ships become bigger ships.
I never let the bluebird out until now.