So, this is kind of inspired-by-slash-a-continuation-of  this quote/poem, which I originally read on instagram.


For a while
It seemed
The butterflies had died
My self and stomach still.

An epoch of silence.

But then
The beating began
The flutter tickled
The batting, an ache within,

‘Twas the moths that woke me
Rising higher
Alive and spirited as ever

Never quite as vibrant.

Author: emphadiate

Med student, chai lover, avid reader. Daydreamer extraordinaire. Slightly imbalanced.

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