those butterflies again

happiness.

as if I could simply exist

between the seams of all that happened

tonight,

even though it did not revolve around

being taken home.


how long.

How long has it been

since I felt this

okay?


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?"

Yeah.

I have been

for so long.

But now, it feels like

I'm finally

waking up.


and the butterflies streaming through my soul

are back.

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