those butterflies again


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.

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

I'm finally

waking up.

and the butterflies streaming through my soul

are back.

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