just when i think i’m drowned by grief and depression, that my chest can’t bear the weight and my breath comes ragged, how could i possibly move forward, onward, through? i hear the high-pitched incandescent giddy giggle of a small child while walking through the park, a white butterfly flits across my line of vision, just brushing the tip of my nose, i’m surrounded by the hum of immutable nature, and before i know it i’m smiling again. silly me... i’ve lived through this a hundred times, i can do it again.
