Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

please could you stop the noise.

It's the devil's way now.
There's no way out.
You can scream and you can shout.
It is too late now.


The butterflies wouldn't stop haunting me.

I could never understand
why something so beautiful
could turn into something so repulsive,
something so.... overwhelming.

It wouldn't be fear;
for I wouldn't swat the butterflies. 

I wouldn't want to,
I wouldn't dare to.

Because the butterflies wouldn't stop haunting me.


Let the butterflies go.

But how?


Close my eyes again,
thinking of the greens,
the flowers,
the sky.

Finally, peace.

It was calm,
calm before the storm.

A storm of butterflies
gushing past in a hurry,
swarming in circles,
in beautifully coloured circles.

So overwhelming.
So suffocating.
They never seem to go away.
Never will it end.

I don't belong here.
No, I don't belong here.



I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head.


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