why is it that everytime this dude is introduced into my life, he consumes a portion of it. Hmmmm, anywho.
I don't usually stand...
It's more of a floating (coping) mechanism.
Something I developed,
never lean on anything fully.
I've roped my body to the wings of butterflies,
they couldn't hold me.
I clipped their wings to remind me
I can't trust them.
My mother used to store me on a treetop
as a baby.
The bow broke.
I fell,
kept the branch to remind me
the things that promise to uplift you
will inevitably drop you further.
I don't plan on standing when the ground gives way.
I never trusted it with my weight anyway....
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