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Butterflies and Moths

Butterflies. Fluttering through the city, the countryside, Doing butterfly things. But not me, I’ve often thought, That I’ve grown up to be a moth. And sometimes I feel, That moths aren’t meant to do butterfly things. Butterflies fill the world with colour and energy, I have usually preferred the dark. Everyone seems to think butterflies… Continue reading Butterflies and Moths

Not Too Late

Last night I lay awake under the stars. As the evening breeze whispered through the trees and the coyotes howled I reached deep inside myself. And I found something that has been missing for a very long time. Amidst the wreckage and the rot, the fear and the hatred, I found that small voice. The… Continue reading Not Too Late