Army of Ink Butterflies on Strings

army of ink forever waiting

Sometimes I cry, and I cry, and I cry….

She imagined her tears as butterflies on strings, knowing that to truly transform the sad, she had to rise up on her own steam and snip them forever free.  Not that they went away forever.   Just so they could gently move and hover –  not spin and crush.

Find her in Clunk & Jam book.