My heart flutters.
Jul 10th, 2011 by Ashley
My heart flutters.
But I’ve seen and experienced to know this much.
To know it passes.
It is beyond control; I hover afloat watching myself rise and fall and sway against the wave that is people passing by without a slightest intent of injury.
Until.
Then the poetry is lost. Turns into something raw and magical and beautiful.
Something transient.
I think back to a time when I was green in judgment, cold in blood, and realize I’m still green in judgment; yet, perhaps, colder in blood.