A moth ate my clothes
But I didn't really mind
'Cause he said he was a butterfly

hands seek the
                           blue ribbon--
the flutterer

                                            in butterfly

                                   scars.
catch it.

                      please. This too cannot

    go to god.

                                      The heavens

                     are glutted with
                              joy.

"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"

The dark I don't fear

     I've trodden its path before

     through its utmost depth

     I've never shed a tear


    my heart bears a light

    every courage I score

    to the dawn I look

    to welcome the sunshine bright

Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

Teach the Disgusting hate
Thinnest piece on plate
Add droplet of fruit
Suspended milk
Offer color
Yawning ***
Nimble your crawl out