The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Rabindranath Tagore
You turned your head
You turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious — wide and flickering like a butterfly-wing mask. When you saw me the wails turned to sobs, and then just quieter heaves of your body. I held out my finger through the bars. Then you reached out … Read more