What if the moths that crash
against the dark window pane;
wings pattering urgently pushing
trying to break through the glass,
are the dead souls in the tunnel
flying towards the light
of the supposed paradise
but they can’t get through.
Then they fly about outside
like dusty ghosts of the night.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
What if the moths that crash
against the dark window pane;
wings pattering urgently pushing
trying to break through the glass,
are the dead souls in the tunnel
flying towards the light
of the supposed paradise
but they can’t get through.
Then they fly about outside
like dusty ghosts of the night.