Butterfly

"The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day in rhythmic measure. It is the same life that shoots joy through the dust of the Earth into numberless waves of flowers."TAGORE".....the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see a blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" Jack Kerouac