Saturday, February 9, 2013
coccoon
something in the way it happened,
so naturally,
won't let me be...
it's like it was waiting in the wings all the time
waiting for the exact right second of time to expose itself
unfold,
and turn everything that was once bllack,
not white,
but maybe...
dove grey.
everything comes when it should.
it always has to,
like a butterfly,
coccoon and develop to the precise moment when
it should be revealed.
when it is shown to the world,
everyone should, if they were smart,
stand back in awe.
it's something perect that is what it is supposed to be
when it should be
and it lasts only as long
as it is useful,
needed,
or...
inspiring.
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