butterflies

They are here. I don't see them. But I know. They are here. I feel them. Sense them. They are everywhere. Happier than ever. Flying around me. Fluttering their pathetic little wings. I hate them. They make me insecure. They are driving me crazy.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I feel stupid. I feel tired. Like I am going to fall on my knees. Sometimes i realize that i am breathing too fast. I find myself waiting for something to happen. Wanting for something to happen. Anything. Nothing seems to matter anymore.

A look. A smile. A nod.
Or even the slightest move.