pessimistic dreamer poetry these are no butterflies i am aware of what i lose as i lose it every day we talk about the end of the world, tomorrow as if it’s something normal to see but i know no matter how far i stretch my legs i will never feel more at home. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...