goodbye pain. hello fly.

Pastel on paper. November 2005

Finally woke up to seeing my babies back home. Opened up the box was a sense of abandoning and familiarity but of cause i choose to feel the latter because the first was not necessary for me to feel anymore or at all.

My childhood picture, box of crayons, letterbox, treasure box, the book of the giving tree, glue gun, sketch book, fabrics, canvases.

Among all the things, i pulled out my babies and i saw her. Placed her in the room, staring at her for alittle while.... running my fingers on it gently and all i felt strongly was the cold cold pain... and frustration that went onto the paper and made her...

Paused for awhile and finally i smiled... because im glad i no longer have to be caged. In a cage of feeling neglected and unwanted.

Now, im just all glad that my babies are back close to me again.....

I feel a sense of freedom. Being set free to fly again....