Butterfly words.

Some day’s it feels like,
a million
butterflies
Are in my mind,
Each one a strand,
A single thought,
A dream,
A fantasy,
A forgotten word.
They rush through my blood,
Leaving me tingling
With anticipation,
As i scribble them
Down
On random scraps
of paper.
Envelopes, papers, letters diaries, journals, words are
Everywhere,
They are me,
So i set them
Free.