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May 2018
I am the boy that chased the butterfly off the end of the world
unafraid I jumped with all my might to grab the butterfly out of the sky
Just out of reach it continues to fly while I watch it fade as I plummet to the void below
I fall for what feels like days the blood all but filled inside my head pulls me further down with atom bomb like speed
I await my demise at the bottom and my eyes ard rolling to the back of my head
Like thatΒ Β it clicks I see myself at baseball practice and in the next instance my lips tastes the bittersweet lipstick of my first kiss
I must be dead
the memories continues to past thru my brain as the feeling of falling fades
finally gasping for air I wake up on the ground
naked however unbothered
Standing on a crater staring at the stars
I start to cry and diamonds stream from my eyes into the everlasting sky
I watch the stars and wait for my time to reappear
Simon Woodstock
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