— the feeling of being heard, deeply felt, under a
cloudy sky with a fleeting moments i’d like to keep
forever; to be told and to be shown— always and
forever.
"This is, at its barest, the beginning.
A tiny forgotten
butterfly wing
beat sets off the domino for the incoming pinks and
greens.
Perhaps, for your mellow whys?"
"may we someday all find our mellow whys"