They called her
a bee.
A busy body
flittering
from flower to flower,
landing
on whatever stamen
was in sight.
Drawing nectar
for pleasure’s sake,
she barely spared thoughts
of cross pollination.
I observed
a caterpillar.
A tiny soul
feeding her ego
but mistaking it for growth.
Deep down she
was trying to shed layers
of unwanted touches,
waiting to be cocooned
in silks of love.
She pretended to be
a butterfly.
A majestic illusion.
Armed with ethereal wings,
she dared to soar
to heights seemingly
unattainable — carrying
burdens twice her size.
R.K
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I was born in Guyana (South America), and moved to Brooklyn, New York just shy of becoming a teenager. Though Brooklyn was my home for more than half of my life, my heart remained in Guyana. Talk about being torn in two!
I think I was bitten by the Wanderlust Bug at a young age. Too broke to travel, I read instead. And you know what they say about reading? (They say a lot of things so any quote you choose may work for this purpose). Due to an unhealthy obsession with books, I developed a passion for writing & telling stories. I like my writings most times.
Currently, I call Italy home. Whilst here in Europe, I hope to explore and write as much as I can. Please feel free to stick around for the journey -- or if you have something better to do perhaps bookmark me and return later?
Come for the photos, and stay for the words.
R.K
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