— 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"