Chasing Butterflies

I am draping myself with this lovely spill...
🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤

I wrote that last night. Actually, I was in between thoughts on a
a story I am trying to scribble.

sounds like my stream of consciousness that I barely remember writing last night, so I understand. Regardless, it's a tender side of your darkness.... and it draws one in, completely
🥀

My darkness grew out of reading too many books. In reality, my tickle bone loves redneck humor.  

You're always such a surprise.... I love that about you, so much. I never would have thought that's where your inkling for funny, lied
Hee hee hee
I kind of see it now, in some of your funnier darker poems... your tickle bone influence.....
*giggles
xoxo

I find the dark can be both sensual and stormy.

I think they're two sides of one coin... agree completely
.

My writing at times leads me astray

I relate to that sentiment and concern, Adagio. I have been in that exact mindset. However, sometimes it needs to go where it needs to go... it drags us there... I've learned... lol

I am leaving my mind's roadmap on the table. Letting it wander over bumps and seeing where it leads me. I am going to let that story I started, take me to...

You absolutely should, Adagio... let that story lead you down it's own roadway, see where you end up. That's half the excitement... good luck 🤞🏻
I'll be excited to see....
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I showed you the beginning

As the folded arms crush you completely

One of my new favorites.