you do not exist forever

The bird sits in her nest, but she will never attach herself to it, because she is not that. The nest is not a part of the bird, and the bird itself is not a part of her, but apart from her. Where will she go when she flies away? In her dreams, she does not fly away, away from her being. She knows she is not restricted to herself, as she is not truly her. She can fly away forever to find somewhere to land, though the landing itself just blocks her. The bird will never reach the place she needs to be, but she will forever fly, forever flying into forever. Forever detached. Forever. stay good.

caterpillars crawl, as they always will. butterflies fly, as they always will. but between their steps and between their flaps, what beholds? what makes a caterpillar crawl? crawl away into? into a shelter where? where it goes to bloom? and what makes a butterfly? butterfly after caterpillar? caterpillar into its cocoon? cocoon where it will bloom? what secrets are hidden will remain just that, hidden. from our eyes, and far from our understanding of what mysteries hide in the beings of a cocoon. and we experience it, too, though any wrapping of our minds around it is unattainable and mindless, in itself. so, i'll stay in my cocoon, and you can join me, as we rest, as we bloom? stay good.

A lot of the times, I want to do something completely erratical and unexplainable, just for fun. Also, I want to do nothing, all at once. I feel like the better half of myself tends to lean towards the latter. I hope,  though, that I could be useful. Valuable. Just, someone I'd want to be around. I don't even want to be near myself. Just feels like I'm constantly annoying everything around me. Anyway, it's April. It's a new month, and maybe that means I can be a little new. Maybe that just means it's too late. Maybe that's a good thing. Spring is here... stay good.