Butterflies


My deepest thoughts come from the centre of my brain. 
If you felt the words, you felt a piece of my heart. 
My mind unravels and my heart causes me to feel. 
The heart doesn’t make us feel only love, but also the hurts the brain cannot do. It just reminds us of it.
The beating of my heart is the rhythm of the ocean; calm and sometimes rough.
The butterflies that surround my head when I try to close my eyes being mentally in a domain of flowers laying in a silky dress watching the sunset afar from reality, nag at me to awake...





xo



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