flutter lashes ...

I think it always ugly when someone cries, but i do love the feel of wet eyelashes...... i like that i can flitter them and they are wet ..... I love that when my mascara runs, i look like a ruined charcoal drawing. I love the way my cheeks flush pink and feel red hot. I love the way after i have cried myself breathless my skin is salty from the tears..... Theres lots of things you can love about something that makes you feel pain or despair..... I love the way, now I dont cry instead I think of things that are a chore...... and when that change occurs ..... and the darkness descends the silence sings, i look for beauty, in the humming of innocent butterfly wings. And if there is none to be found i simply flitter my lashes and hold my breath and for a second I am a butterfly vibrating in the chaos of life

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