A deluge of thoughts; I lie in darkness trying not to drown.
A tiny thing,
like a drip, like a caterpillar dodging the heels, probing the cracks,
dreams of butterflies ache, play in my head,
until sadness settles me back, finds me again.
I will fly freely.
Too distant to imagine.
Fluttering past the wilting flowers I see on this lawn.
I know I haven’t been around much, except for on Twitter, so thank you for taking the time to read. xoxo