The Stream Flows…

I‘m so full of emotions that I’ve neglected over the last month.  I’m mildly breaking down a couple times a day, as though my feelings are tired of waiting for expression.

There’s so much that I miss, and so little that I look forward to.  I pray time tempers both of these facts, but I have to start thinking of ways to come to terms that it may not.

Most of the butterflies that attacked the first time I saw your smile are still alive.  I fear I’m waiting for them to starve before my eyes will be dry again.

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