Anne Kemunto

Waiting. Stuck in the holding room. Such a space of limitation, frustration, pain and darkness. Enough to eclipse the warming rays of a promised sunrise, when all is said and done. Unbeknownst to the cocooned caterpillar, there is no better phase of life than this because it is right in this lull that beautiful wings are developed and it's just a matter of time before it can fly without limits!