butterflies?
09/08/2003 02:36 a.m.
i would like to shed my skin, become a beautiful butterfly. come into my own, to grow and change. instead i feel like i keep trying on new costumes, none of which fit me well. i am getting closer, but i really wish that at some point i will just get to crawl out of my skin only to find the magnificant butterfly there. i was talking to a friend about why i love the snow, the winter. i hate to be cold, but the sight of everything, covered in perfection. unmarked by anything human, anything alive. and then we go out in it, marring the perfection with our muddy shoes and disturbing the stillness that blankets the wold late at night. watching the crystals fall in the moonlight in all of their perfection. each one different from the last, like people. they slowly slip and fall to the ground where they lay like a blanket over the world. and the world is encased in perfection for a few hours. and then we destroy it, we plow through it, walk over it, ruining the world once again. i wish that i could walk over the snow and not leave a mark, i want to walk quietly around the world, seeking the perfection i find in the midnight snow..."My heart is like an open wound, That reads the tea leaves of its doom. Soothe me with redemption’s love, Like a heat proof kitchen glove." -Mystik Spiral
I am currently Scattered
I am listening to smile empty soul