The cage in which this world has tried so tirelessly to contain my love and passion has shown its reality; the rungs shimmering, as the material is only a figment of my imagination. The pixels growing by the minute, merging with all that exits in between. This cage was never real, rather a facade created with the intention of containment and suffocation.
This bird shall set flight as she sees fit, holding back nothing, lighting the sky with strands of golden light, intertwined with silver streaks. Her feathers, on fire, only fueling the passion she moves so gracefully with. A beauty, capturing the eye of those who are so lucky as to catch a glimpse.
Ahhhh, this caged bird has set herself free in this land of constraint. A whole new world awaits her arrival, one with endless limitation and expansion. With this, her heart is sweetly content.