2002-02-26......1:42 a.m.......
i am a cage for butterflies

i dont know how you do it, but whenever i talk to you, something in me starts to spin. my head gets light and i feel eversoslightly dizzy. my hands shake, just barely, but still enought to disturb my rythm. and my stomach is a cage for a thousand wild butterflies trying to escape from my mouth in sonnet, but being kept down by tact, though a few still manage to tumble out of my eyes. its always been this way. i remember the first time like i remember the stars- they always come up, but they are still so wonderful. you hold some strange power over me and the funny thing is, you may not even know.


...and all sing in harmony, i am ok...

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