Neither this , nor that.
I couldn't have what I wanted deeply,
snow to last in the arctic.
Nor what I wanted for a passing fling,
like it rains for a while in the summer.
I don't need either.
That's the only thing .
I stand in the rain wanting to be drenched,
and yet , even the place my shadow falls,
is dry.
This moth has neither source ,
of light , that's real .
So, it goes out in the rain , wings heavy.
Near death.
To look for a cocoon hung somewhere.
Left behind by a butterfly.
So it could sleep in there,
for a while.
When , it leaves.
I hope it turns to a firefly.
So it's able to gly deep into the darkness,
of caves.
Somewhere it can find a troubled beast,
get it out if there ,
find it in its light.
See it clear as day.
Read it , believe it , clean it's sadness away.
Powder magic dust of sincerity on it ,
& finally at last .
Find the real one.
Its the one ,
& only.
Be the one for it.
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I've seen a good man make a woman of a girl.
A good woman make a man of a boy .
In my case it's just not the case.
Importantly
It's good to know that one's already what one needs to be.
So , there's no need of such things.
