There’s black butteflies twirling around my soul
Slowly luring me, wrapping my crushed spirit
Inviting me to disappear from this world of misery

The black butterflies mummified my body
Inch by inch they took care of my wrecked vessel like a soldier died fighting on the battlefield

People keep on telling me to be strong
They never realized my strength is drained
I wish my heart is big enough to contain this endless pain

Oh I want to be in paradise
Oh I want to be in paradise
Oh.I.want.to.be.in.paradise.

She asked the wiseman
Could he describe nothing
He said no
But he'd have a go at everything
He began with
Aardvarks

Alone this winter,
an elderly man,  
with an eyebrow
raised at half-mast.

Even in
these
perilous
times,

flowers
are
blooming
everywhere.

The finch
sings its

song as
if it just

discovered
itself in

the wonder
of nature.