The Fall of Butterflies

maybe, somewhere deep inside, somewhere below all my dumb jokes and snark and pretending I never care about anything, maybe somewhere deep beneath my fortress of never caring, I was desperate to be saved. To be loved. To be cared for. To be accepted for all of the things wrong with me instead of constantly not living up to should.

Maybe you just take away the “should.”

Maybe if you take away that expectation and just let everything be what it is, that’s how you get through this thing without tearing your hair out.

two-pronged

induces

resist

but right now let’s just stick to the fact that the population is 646 people.