what do i create?

I live my life in cycles and I’m trying to break out.  I’m like a moth in a cocoon and I’m not sure these wings are going to develop.

“He couldn’t spread his wings.  There was no room.  The chemical that coated his wings like varnish, stiffening them permanently, dried, and hardened his wings as they were.  He was a monster in a Mason jar.  Those huge wings stuck to his back in a torture of random pleats and folds, wrinkled as a dirty tissue, rigid as leather.  They made a single nightmare clump still wracked with useless, frantic convulsions.”
Annie Dillard



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