most people don't see the world how i do. well, no one sees it but me. seeing people and plants and animals and insects. i love to watch the world.
a man has a conversation with another about the big game last night.
a girl speaks to her mother about butterflies she saw on the way to school.
three children debate whether it will rain next week.
a man speaks to his son about a movie they saw just now.
looking up from where i sit and learning to appreciate the beauty in the w o r l d, and yes the butterflies too.
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poetic rants.
Poetrylowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?
