Small Sufferings (44 of 50, 100 word post)

Small sufferings.
The feeling can be outrageous.
The dedication to the complications,
From the pulling of the strings.

I have begun to resent your action verbs.
I understand how random you’ve become.

I clear my throat
Because that’s important.

A butterfly lands on a leaf and his wings open and close
Not fully folding or extending
So slowly as if great power is being harnessed
As if

All something I scrape off the concrete.
After the strings break.

The sky can be a blue of bliss
Let’s say the sky is a blue of bliss
And go on our way.