Thin whisps of smoke coil around my ankles. Warming them, relieving a fraction of the stress and tension that had been clawing at me all week. Slowly, gently it rises, enveloping me in soft silk. Helping me forget. Helping me let go o fmy worries that have been crushing my lungs. Isn’t it ironic that at the time i can finally breathe easy i can’t breathe at all?


I sigh deeply and thousands of bright blue butterflies escape from my mouth. Fluttering into the sky, glowing, sparkling. So beautiful. And yet those are my worries, my pain. But to me they are beautiful. So delicate, each one unique. I close my eyes and listen to the thousands of wings beating in and out of time with my heart as it quickens at the sound of them flying further and further away.


I open my eyes. Its dark. Pitch black. But i feel at peace. Completely relaxed. But Strangely Empty. I miss my butterflies. I miss the feeling i get when i think about you. When all the worries tickle my chest and flash my skin red.


The smoke recoils, sliding away back into the darkness, leaving me feeling warm. Fuzzy. I look down, and see that i’m glowing.

Lovely My Dear Sister x]

HA x3 Thank You