Reminded me of a butterfly when i first saw you In a hospital bed. Small. Beautiful. Frail. As if one touch could remove the layer of scales On your wings, destroying you. As if one word could bring down your walls built to guard, Destroying you.
If you have time to chatter
If you have time to read
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean
If you have time to walk
Sing Songs and dance
If you have time to dance
Sit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot.
By Nanao Sakaki, Selected Poems (via violentwavesofemotion)