I meant to write about two black and white butterflies, resting upon the thick leaves of my Norfolk island pine tree, i planned to write about a grasshopper, camouflaged by the green grass on the front yard, i almost crashed its body, if it hadn't leapt before i stepped on it... i was thinking of turning on the christmas lights this monsoon season, for an early holiday start.
i focus on happy scenes, on good times past...because, i miss those times, and i long for them to come back...
there are some things i couldn't fix, which i think, gave birth to this pain inside my tummy. to not know what happens next, scares me so.
and so, i keep trying...to write of butterflies and grasshoppers, and i might just hang a lantern, instead.