"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly."
~Richard Bach~Forgotten~
Where time and space meet in a lasting embrace that's forever unraveling lay a figure, wretched and cold.
What warmth be left, it hordes within it's heart, the last light fading from its languid eyes.
How it yearns to return to a time when the light held safety and the darkness solace. How it yearns to roll through a field of yellow again and a meadow of green, but all that is gone now.
All that is left is this last corner of existence, a last goodbye that will break the circle of hello. The last creature on earth.
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Kalopsia
SonstigesKalopsia(n.)- The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Everywhere you look now-a-days, there's these random-- and I mean they have that exact purpose-- books for jotting down ideas, posting graphics, publishing excerpts from...