The colors change, but i never do.
The butterfly has no memory of crawling towards itself
Never questioning its transformation It lives ITS DAY
flying into the sunset with the sunrise on its back.
And I know i would give up all those years in the shadow of a dark knowledge to feel one day of that warmth
as the colors fill my lungs,
And i realize there is peace in drowning.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
The colors change, but i never do.
The butterfly has no memory of crawling towards itself
Never questioning its transformation It lives ITS DAY
flying into the sunset with the sunrise on its back.
And I know i would give up all those years in the shadow of a dark knowledge to feel one day of that warmth
as the colors fill my lungs,
And i realize there is peace in drowning.