flight of the butterfly, rising free
"She fills my whole world," he told his mother, Jan.
"She’s my beginning, middle, and ending."
Logan couldn’t contain his enthusiastic joy;
It shone very clearly in his expression.
Circling emotions
Devouring the lost truth
Where did the sanity go?
What is left to lose?
Chilled to the white bone
Wander away from the love
Sometimes we forget