| I Am Fluttering Orange and Black metal wings; Butterfly. Impatient insomniac; I am. Fake smiles forever absent from my lips; If Isaac only knew; I am. Tapestries of pink and turquoise linger. Bent charcoal paper pinned with tacks. Beaded curtains rush, leopard rug hides ink stained carpet. Poppy sounds of The Cure emerge. Jasmine smelling incense flowing. Bright eyed illustration jotted. Reflection resulting from bottomless coffee. To see myself in the ways that you see me; It is impossible. Fluttering butterfly, I am. |