a field rabbit with a glass of whiskey called my name said she missed me
a gentle stream trickles behind my eyes the white willow rooted in my lungs whispers when i breathe stones sit in my belly buttons on my heart sun spots on the ground beneath me moss grown over my silly art mushrooms and rocks and bugs and dirt mother, take me home.
life is like when you're a little kid and you discover that there is more than twenty-four crayons in the box that there is the possibility of forty-eight colors of sixty-four of one-hundred and twenty that there are so many shades of love and anger and peace and despair and absolute bliss and the ability to express them all are now in the palm of your hand
life is colorful beautiful thought-provoking lovely soulful heartbreaking inspiring and absolutely wonderful
every day is a new sunrise a new chance to transform into the butterfly you want to be