The girl who wore butterflies.

I wrote this for my Australian sister ;) whose beautiful and had a birthday yesterday. Jinti, I hope your dreams change the world. We all know the world could use a good painting over.

Love,
Your favorite hippy

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I'm not sure where the girl sleeps.
But I know that she dreams.
And what it is she sees, is much more than it seems.

Visions of grandeur, places of past, people of presence, and monsters without mask.

Nothing to run from, everything free. A different life behind the darkness, where you can just be.

Intense is the sight, of a dreamer in flight.
Nothing but eyelid, no cornea of white.

For a few hours in each of our days, she sees the world below her in the most extraordinary way.
Physically here, mentally there.
She stays in her sleep coma, with little despair.

You see the girl who wears butterflies, Isn't destined to sit.
She dreams what she dreams, because it's just basic things we've all missed.

Nothing extra ordinary or special in her dreams, just realizations of what's supposed to be.

Intense is the sight, of a dreamer in flight. She is who she was, and is who she will be, for but a brief moment in our eternity.

So she sleeps more than most, because she dreams most of all. And she dances in between just to recall visions of grandeur, places of past, people of presence, and monsters without mask.

And she colors the world by day, and creates it by night. Because life is just better.... When your always in flight.

The girl who wore butterflies.