as if I could simply exist
between the seams of all that happened
even though it did not revolve around
being taken home.
How long has it been
since I felt this
the idea almost makes me want to weep;
tears are fluttering in the corners of my eyes.
So happy I could cry.
"Ain't you tired?"
I have been
for so long.
But now, it feels like
and the butterflies streaming through my soul