buttons part 2 (starbursts)

I think I feel things far too much, not all of the time, but when I do it's like travelling through space at the speed of light and it hits hard enough to bruise. When I love a person or a place or a thing I just can't do it in small amounts, I love whatever it is so much that I feel like I could spontaneously combust. Starbursts in my head, raw nerves in my heart, electricity in my stomach. It's desperate and sad and heartbreaking and it's there. It's the difference between thinking and feeling, and it is fiercer than a lion.

confetti & strawberries.

Sometimes I don't say the things I really want to say. Sometimes things seem too small or silly and I end up feeling as tiny a blade of grass, waiting for someone to cut me down. Like all of the times I have said something honest and real and people laugh and call me naive, because sometimes people think that optimism is a novelty, or something that you will grow out of, like baby teeth.

Sometimes it feels like I am confetti thrown into the air and blown in every direction on the wind. I get trailed around on people's shoes, or knotted into their hair. Little bits of me spread all over. Little bits that I don't own anymore.

Green sky at night

Fireflies light the trees, stars light the skies, street lamps light the suburbs.