And your line goes in the light of your stress and pressure.
The butterflies fail to show up, swallowed by the many lines
and rules we have plastered across our lives.
The love letter our hearts would have written simply goes
puff.
Nothing gives a death knell quite like that.
Everything becomes uncomfortable, no matter the light in the
corner, calling attention to itself.
Suddenly, one thing stands in the room.
Our fear.
Our choice to submit to the tyranny of only one view.
And so, life is snuffed out of possibilities, and there the
flower just withers.
Or did it?
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