Just roll with it. Don't think too much.
I can read these words later, 
Thinking myself to sleep-- 
Or thinking myself to sleep, 
I can read these words later.
 
This is what you get
When you stop alongside a dark road;
Your headlights are fair game, 
They say.
I'll keep writing. I will.
Even though the destination
Is as fickle as a created butterfly.
 
Fly.
`x~Abe's Heart. 
1 comment:
Beautiful sentiment here, darlin'.
Keep those wings spread!
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