i think i can fly…
A sweeping tangle of color, line, and longing—this piece holds the ache of wanting more. Amid the chaos, paper airplanes fly through the night like fragments of hope.
Full of strange geometry—maybe all the obstacles I’ve faced or imagined, the planes still show up, slipping through it all like quiet dreams. Some crashing, some soaring.
i think i can fly…
A sweeping tangle of color, line, and longing—this piece holds the ache of wanting more. Amid the chaos, paper airplanes fly through the night like fragments of hope.
Full of strange geometry—maybe all the obstacles I’ve faced or imagined, the planes still show up, slipping through it all like quiet dreams. Some crashing, some soaring.