Not therapeutic regression, but therapeutic progression. It has been said that when one stifles creativity, a part of the soul dies. But sometimes it seems different than this, like creativity lies in a stasis, a cocoon of contemplation or quiet, until the time is deemed correct and out it springs with beauty and life. This life is filled anew with energy. It is free to fly.
Rosso Bella. Red Beautiful. This is a project of rebirthing. Red is the source. It is the energy propelling this forward.
Wrapped in my soft cocoon of comfort, I am stretching forward, about to burst through. My time is coming.
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