so, when I see you
the inner voice in my head says,
“stomach, meet butterflies”
and with a mind
that is
58% song lyrics
and 20% improvised digressions
and the rest, the flabbergasted
workings of a teenager lost
in her labyrinth like messy mind…
little scenarios flicker
through the beautiful
imagined
coloured spools
and with the soundtrack
“you wish” by nightmares on wax, from the
album in a space out of sound
on repeat on my metallic sky blue ipod..
and i day dream..
seeing us walk through
forests and climbing into our tree house
and laying on the mattress on the floor
and watching the white curtains with
cherry blossom motifs
mingle with the wind…
oh sweet digressions,
how you make my life beautiful
with kind pauses from fast paces…
I like the butterflies meeting my stomach..
they have been seperated for far too long
it makes me smile when im alone.

-Niharika Jain.

I love tumbling posts…they inspire me. :)