I'm scared to transform myself into a butterfly,
Not because I'll be different
Or that's it's too hard to try,
But rather
I'm worried you'll still be a caterpillar
And I'll be able to fly.

Is there a way to explain that you are connected and intertwined with stars and trees, roots and flowers and bees?

Lay here on this ground with me
Look at all the clouds you see,
Can you feel it too?

That time stands still in the breath of a moment.
When you're on the tip of the tongue,
When you're almost there
Almost home.

Be alive.

Maybe that means something different to every single person
But for me it is laying under the night sky, closing my eyes,
And feeling the universe breathe into me.

There is soul in storms, in rain,

and I wonder

Can you miss the weather

The way you miss a lover?

Maybe if I get a massage or have a drink or another drink or another drink...
Maybe if I talk to the right person, the right friend, the right therapist, the right bartender, have the right drink.
Maybe if I do the right work out, look the right way, I might feel the right way, drink the right workout shake, the right energy drink would maybe help.
If I leave the country, go to the right beach in that special place, get off the right path, find the right exotic people, experience a spiritual awakening, worship the right god.
Maybe if I sit in the right chair and have the best speakers and the right screen and watch the right show and get into the right movie.
Maybe if I find the right cocktail, the right wine, the right expensive craft beer.
If I marry the right woman and raise the kids the right way, buy a nice house on the right kind of street.
Maybe if I get the right job and drive the best car and show all the right people I made it and they can all see I'm not such a disappointment. That I made the right decisions.

Maybe then, just maybe.

I can get some relief.