I am a tiger, individualized because I am red. You've never seen me, because I always bound into the hiding places I call home before you get a chance to stare.
I will now be a triangle. With three different points of view. Shrugging off point after point, until I am left but with one option; To "Listen To Your Heart", because unlike your mind it will not sway from what you know is right.
Now I remember my past life as a beautiful flower. Hearing the soothing bells and chimes from the woman's home. The tall Pine Trees, which were so close, always blocked the mellow haze I was in.
Now I wish to be the ocean. So the world can hear me cry, flirt, and breath.
But I am destined to be the lone huntress that I am. Sprinting away from small spaces, because I must see the world. Oh look, a sleek red dot. Watch it roll down the hill.How I wish to be that dot.
But I am stuck listening to the sad violin play. I watch the musician swing, sway, and swoosh the bow.
If only I think, but I am stuck.
