BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

I’ve always believed we can belong to more than one place.

The wood remains rooted in what it was, while the butterfly carries the freedom to become something else. I placed her between both, almost as if she were deciding where one world ends and the other begins.

Maybe we are like that too.

We carry where we come from, even when life gives us wings to go somewhere new.

Somewhere between our roots and our wings, we find who we are.