My little Butterflies.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Unreally Real.

I know now.
I shall grasp your words tight.
And never doubt them.
I know now.
They are real.


You are real.


Remember the reasons why this is all so real now than ever before.
Flaky times will come,
and the strength you need, I need, will come from this memory.
The memory of what it is.
Unreally real.

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