for whatever reason. things will never be as they once were. for the good. the bad. the ugly. the pretty. the tomorrow. the yesterday. things change. tides come and go. people leave. and inevitably we are forced to grow. does the butterfly recognize the caterpillar as it’s former self? from transformation there shall be transcendence. and I guess for whatever truth there is to a cliche. what doesn’t kill you, really does make you stronger.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair