for MikeButterflies...blue butterflies over gray hillsmake me think that life is worth the climb.
We are not so lucky to soar.We climb, some steeper than others,up cliffs of broken hearts and dreams.We belay over piles of promisesand take rests at indifference's peaks.
You're like a piton,holding me up.
You're like the clear viewafter a stint in depression's valley.
You're a friend,someone with a clear mind.
You're a song telling me,"Everything is alright."
And I believe you.I believe in you.
Somehow,after every talk I'm calm.Like, you're a catharsis.Like I reach a peak in the plotdiagram of my life and you make a resolution.
Somehow I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you:thank you.
Everything is alright.
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