IRC-Galleria

Slice Field
I am a caterpillar
I am eating green words that I do not even want to eat
And that ever single day
Nobody would notice
The dreams will die as you keep on eating dirty feed
And becomes a russet-colored huge moth, someone said long time ago
But I did not belive
Because I still have a dream
I am holding it carefully and carefully with both of my hands and sleeping with, every night
Sliced skin in between the fingernails and the noise of a ear chopped off
Just a tiny moment in the afternoon to meet myself
I do not feel empty
Because I do not want to forget
What colored butterfly am I right now?
I hope I look like a beautiful butterfly as you do
I open my russet-colored wing so wide
And talk to you butterflies
What color is your wing?

~ Kyo