Scrambled Butterfly Prologue

Three delicately balanced open paint cans and a cat.

Prologue, learning to feel again
(A) White picket fence (is no) anniversary, no title
(Why is there a) Chapter 6?  
(I'm) dying a slow street corner

A dream scrambled, prologue, masterpiece
Chapter 6, our love (and) the Butterflies in my rib cage
(With) no title, magically fighty stuff
Dying a slow street corner
Learning to Feel Again

Chapter 1: Bad Seeds... fleeting thoughts, a child
In heaven - Chapter 2: Kaleidoscope D
Prologue, our love, prologue, Leslie....
I am no (more) less than you (in) conscious dream
Masterpiece, the butterflies in my rib (is like)
A child in heaven

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

Tangle my brain and drench it in watercolors. ... like words on the clouds...nice piece..!

[Aunre]

thanks for reading, Chad ... love the hairy eyeball .. lol

[Chadvonswan]

Haha no Problem

[Laura Lynn]

What beautiful images here, such whimsical aesthetic possibilities

[Aunre]

Laura Lynn.. the possibility of beautiful, whimsical images - however rendered - is an aesthetic no life should be without. I thank you for your comment. It is a excellent exemplar of the beauty that is mind.

[Frieda P]

What a medley of scattered emotions in this one, not sure exactly what to make of it, it has me all over the place, but I really like it! Tam sent me your way...

[Aunre]

Tam? ...ah, yes. Yes, thank you, FP. It's the stuff left over on the cutting board with a drop or two of accidental blood - mostly mine.

[Frieda P]

I hear ya....I can relate to a lot of it, especially the spilt blood part....