Wednesday 19 September 2012

Isn't a butterfly just a caterpillar with a new suit?

my bones crack
under the weight
of my thoughts
my back twists unnaturally
crying silently

i feel like a butterfly
eternally trapped in its cocoon
with only the wind's singing for company
the voices in my head have taken extended leavec
multiple moments in silence
have started to scare me
i never realized
how much i need internal company
and now I'm alone

indefinable
inconsolable
caught in a self-fulfilling bubble
no matter how high we rise
i go lower and lower

i have decided that
in my next life
i shall be nothing

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