sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.