The butterflies are restless once again.

They've forced my heart to my throat, making room to flutter.

The words so clear in my mind, foaming over the glass ready to spill.

Too much to let go. But No.



My knees suddenly have no muscular support.

I'll fall, will it cascade out then?

My hands are releasing their tears, at least no one can feel.

So much to whisper. But No.



Each word i read makes me gulp. Breath caught.

Will i breathe again?

The world seems brighter than it did before. Impossible.

So much not seen. Too much to discover. But No.