Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

flut·ter·in no·more

people so passionate,
their hearts thrumming against their chests
as new ideas play their flutes
and the visions of their imagined golden outcomes
lift their feet to the skies.
gleam in their eyes
and words fall from their mouths so easily: the earth is their pillow.
they need not fear the world because the world fears them.
while i,
on the other end,
put my head on my knees and cry by the unknowing river
because the butterfly i had once sheltered in the cave of my stomach
has died of dark and doesn’t flutter.

24 responses

  1. simply, SUPERB!

    August 29, 2015 at 6:08 pm

  2. Hiba

    I find this sweet and sad at the same time. It’s really beautiful though… Very honest.

    August 29, 2015 at 8:08 pm

  3. Self was created in the image of God. God is alone, so shall self be.
    As long as this world is in place, we’ll have to mourn our dead butterflies alone.

    August 29, 2015 at 11:19 pm

    • Perhaps, though it doesn’t sound fair right now, to me.

      August 31, 2015 at 8:07 am

      • Things that sound fair aren’t always actually such. Things that are fair often don’t sound such.

        August 31, 2015 at 5:52 pm

  4. Ouch.

    August 29, 2015 at 11:26 pm

  5. You know you’re one of my favourite writers, right?

    August 30, 2015 at 12:38 pm

  6. *Gulps* ~stares at you wide eyed and open mouthed~

    August 30, 2015 at 8:12 pm

  7. The same dark that nourished your butterfly killed it ? Why ? Oh why ?

    September 5, 2015 at 3:23 pm

  8. Beautiful.🙂

    October 4, 2015 at 8:24 pm

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