A young boy embodied by an astral divine race
malevolence was his only relevance to those who shared his features
deceptive ways of an extra
dimension
manipulation of the time
distorted thoughts of happy and numb
love
money
power
greed
***
drugs
madness, making its revolutions in his mind like Broadway hotel doors
correcting his ways with wrongs
never changing
like a caterpillar, in his cocoon.
In my crystal transition,
loving those who hate
hating no one other than himself
destroying his mind body and soul
apathetically trying to find the strength to love himself
until one day
the butterfly releases from his tomb
to fly away to a distant galaxy
where not even gravity has control over him
until that day
I sit here
typing
hoping there is someone who will reach out to this caterpillar