Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Butterflies

Ashes flutter around me, as time moves by. Mounting heaps of clichés, trying to fit them within the clockwork of human thoughts.

It will not work. I rest. Eyes closed, hoping to not see.

Blot out the thoughts and pin them like dead butterflies.

Preservation.

Eyes close, eyes open. I rest, I breath. I live.

2 comments:

Shreyasi Deb said...

wow, I can relate so much to your butterflies

Hanedin said...

:D