Humans are like moths,
always drawn to the light,
the beauty.
They don’t even care,
if it burns them.
They willingly accept the pain,
just to be as close as possible
to what fascinates them.
At first I thought it is the natural stupidity
of both species,
that makes them reckless,
but after studying
their behavioral pattern,
it occurs to me,
that beneath their seemingly
thoughtless actions,
there lies
such a
desperation.
They crave the hurt,
because only when they are
burning,
fluttering fully lit up
and slowly
killing themselves,
that’s when both
the human
and the moth
feel beautiful.