“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
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“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
I called to you
and I waited.
My heart began to fill with such liveliness
and hope.
In fact,
I fully expected you to be there and smile at me like you used to
but you never came.
That’s the difference between hope and people;
Hope is still there, long after they’re gone.
It’s funny how the thing that keeps you going can be the same thing that hurts you the most.