• My stomach is filled with Flutterflies, no I have not miss-spelled anything for they greatly differ from the butterflies which so many people unknowingly digest.
    My mind is filled with Flutterflies, they twist and tangle my mermories, my thoughts and dreams, blurring my reality so that I am in a state of sublime limbo.
    My heart is filled with Flutterflies, they make me so light headed, they make my heart beat so fast when he touches my body, when he stares at my body.
    My body is filled with Flutterflies, all else that once existed within me is torn and shattered, I have become no more than their vessel, their essences shines within me.
    What happens when the Flutterflies leave my stomach, my mind, my heart...my body? What will be left of me....