The caterpillar was always late,
When the caterpillar would try to fly, he would fall,
The other caterpillars had transformed into something else and grew the most beautiful wings,
Whilst he had been left behind
The caterpillar would observe the other caterpillars,
Copying their behaviour, studying them,
Maybe if he was like them, he would also become something beautiful like them
Though he never would,
For many years, the caterpillar loathed himself,
He questioned why no matter how much he tried to be like the other caterpillars, he would never transform into something as beautiful as them
The caterpillar had copied the other caterpillars so much that he had forgotten himself in the process, with only pieces of who he actually was left behind
So, he slowly picked the pieces back up,
Quietly learning more about himself,
And for once, not looking down
And one day,
He too transformed,
And grew the most beautiful wings
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC
Lately, my mind has been drifting away from reality
Away from the harsh, cold horrors we are forced to bear
Into a place inside my mind where I can create little, wonderful worlds
Inside these little worlds, every dream I have ever dreamt can freely flourish
They shape, and form, growing as they slowly start to take up the space inside my mind
I don’t even notice it until my thoughts are entirely consumed by my fantasies
And, at first, it feels beautiful
I am no longer limited by reality and its painful truths that one must endure
I play with my imaginary characters for hours on end, we dance and we play
There’s nowhere else I would rather be besides here, as in my little worlds, I am truly free
Or, is that actually the truth?
I watch as other people, real people, move on throughout their lives whilst I do nothing
I only spend my time with my little worlds now, no longer caring about my real friends or family
I can’t do anything else besides daydream anymore, constantly seeking it as a way to escape
I am now drowning in what I once thought was a wonderful thing but is now turning out to be a living hell
Originally, I thought I had complete control over my little worlds
I could shape out what I wanted it to be and play out what I wanted to happen
Though, the truth was, these little worlds were actually controlling me
It feels like I am paralyzed, unable to do anything
I watch as time passes by and people pass by, whilst I remain
It feels like I am in a prison inside of my own mind, how torturous it is
I know that I have an entire life outside of my mind and no matter how much I wish or try to reach it, I always end up crawling back to the little worlds that have always brought me so much comfort
And now over time, I have realised my little worlds inside my head were never a good thing
They only existed to help me cope with how unhappy my current, real life was
And, at the end of the day, even though I might feel free and happy in my little worlds, I will always be brought back to my same, cold, empty room where my fantasies completely shatter in the face of reality
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:12 PM UTC
A spark of light appears,
A star has died, a flash of colour erupts and spreads as one last final stand,
Nothing remains as if nothing had existed at all
There are not many stars left anymore
Once in time, you could spot many dazzling, beautiful dots in the sky
And now, almost nothing remains
The ones that do remain are persistent,
They cling on to life as hard as they can despite the fact they know that they will pass on soon,
And in one magnificent and final display, the star explodes, illuminating the vast darkness before it too, is gone as it disappears into the darkness
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC