you do not give me butterflies
they are much too fragile
to hold the gifts you
give to me
no, dear
you give me
laughter so light
I have to remind myself
the ground is where I get to be
with you
encouragement so absolute
I have forgotten
what it is
to fear
those butterflies
are not fit
for us
how dare
they think they
ever were
Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around. View more posts
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