i’m a green butterfly sans wings

Writing heals. When you think everything is lost and don’t understand people thanks to your inadequacies. When you don’t know if you’re being played or not. When you want to go back in time. And get submerged in nothingness. Then you get back to Word where the words first started to flow. You let them take you to a place where you want to live forever. My stories, my characters, my words- they are my cocoon.