Since I was a little girl I'd often lay or sit just so-
so still that my insides would tingle with what almost felt like movement...
it made me feel like all i really am is made up of a thousand butterflies skittering inside of a me-like statue.
For that moment,
when I can stop and center there- it was like I'd almost be able to lift the real "me" part out of myself.
It used to scare me...now I just know that my soul stirs and there has been moments that it was almost still and strong enough to fly away.