i keep feeling sorrow but its some how attached to butterflies that  borough down in the pit f your stomach right below your chest, & grow..

 Good memories made this.

This deepness isnt cracked all the way through yet,
why its in the same box marked 'Hope'
... I have no idea..
but it has its own secret compartment for times like this
and is distributed everytime I need a revelation.

 God has a knack for improvisation..
 maybe.
for the time being.

but I still have the impression of being in love thats overbearing the heartache.
The stitches have healed, the soreness has gone down some
but the whurlwind you feel tightening your chest with dazy eyes,
& nervous stomach still bring on the expression of a goofy smile when people bring it up.

Its hard to mourn over someone your heart won't let die.