butterfly
I could write a creative, emotional post
About how it’s been exactly a year to the day since you abruptly and very coldly ended things between us with no explanation or any heart.
Or — I could go to Taylor & Abby’s house and mold clay on their pottery wheel.
I could buy all the ingredients and spend time cooking myself Sweet Chili Pork Cabbage bowls.
I could run towards the moon on the top of a mountain with flowers in my hands & hair giggling with my niece.
I could go play in the rivers and waterfalls nearby and say hello to the butterflies.
I could download a new app called Fleur and write in my expenses and examine my budget, making solid plans for dreams in my life to come to fruition, because I want to be here on this planet for a long time.
I could take a shower, and scrub and exfoliate the hardened caluses on the bottom of my feet, and rub down my body with a washcloth removing the dirt from all pores and crevices.
I could do Qi Gong and visual meditations in my room, moving my breath and light energy throughout my entire body.
I could turn on Cleo Sol and quietly listen to the summer thunderstorm outside…
all before I go peacefully to sleep, grateful that you are someone I no longer have to think about if I don’t want to.
