Today I wrote a piece three times in my head.
Vividly,
each version more sad than the one before it.
Too sad to write.
Too sad to share.
Too sad to put in a diary
where it suppose to be safe.
Because,
I don't want to take a chance that I would ever see this again!
I don't know why I feel the way I do.
Could it be my assumptions, exaggerated?
Maybe it's the truth, I don't know.
Either way,
if it's just my imagination,
It shall remain in my head... unwritten!
~ a ButterFly εїз
2014©
As the thoughts went away, my conscious became clear and now I feel so much better.