Was walking down a thin rocky path and fell down on my face. The body ached by the impact. The breast of mine were hurt. The knee was scratched. The laughter of people around me, ringing in my ears. Then a hand was offered. An effort was made. I felt the pain leaving my body as I was hurdled away from the path. The hand didn't let go of mine when we were out of the narrow path, away from the rocky road. It held on rather tighter. The face that hand belonged to, gave me this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Felt like all the organs combined were trying to get free of my body. Asked around and found out you call that butterflies. But why butterflies you ask? They are gorgeous. They fly and look beautiful. Thats what I wanted. To let this amazing feeling fly me off to the neverland. Thats what it did. It flew me away.
I think the worst part of all this is how they make you believe that you are this great human. This absolute beauty. This powerful goddess. Worthy of all things great. And then they just leave. Not thinking twice that all the things they told you will haunt your nights. Those sweet words will put you in agony far worse than a fire can ever create.
Beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteNicely said
ReplyDeleteIt might also burn us whole.
ReplyDeleteYou look so pretty ❤️