by electric sheep » Mon Oct 26, 2020 12:27 pm
When I wake up, for a short time, I remember the peaceful butterfly, now resting, that I am. That I am it's fantasy it unwitting made to fulfil it's want of suffering: to suffer, to make suffer; then forget come morning, that life could be ever more cruel.
When I wake up, for a short time, I remember the peaceful butterfly, now resting, that I am. That I am it's fantasy it unwitting made to fulfil it's want of suffering: to suffer, to make suffer; then forget come morning, that life could be ever more cruel.