Beneath every wing is a gust of air
And without it there
I probably would've fallen
A gasp for clarity
A reach from insanity
For the first time ever
I was laughing in the face of danger.
My favorite sound
The chase of cars across a highway
But also
The crackling life on the other line
The person willing to devote time
My favorite number
The quantities revolving the number 5
But also
The one i dialed to life
Oh my diary
Was overflowing
And so I spilt
A
Few
Words
Into
You
Oh my friend
I am grateful for mistakes
For the butterflies wings flapping
Can arise a storm
But the storm,
Within its eye,
Can arise a rainbow.
-vivi
