Have you ever found
The silver butterfly that sings
When a month ends
And the sun dips
Beneath the ocean waters
It shrieks profanities
The kind your mother
Would shut the window
And cover your ears for
But you find
These curses to wish
The worst onto all
Are just a twisted lullaby
Lies patched together
As a battered shield somehow
That hides
Our truest intentions.
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The Insignificant Guide to a Wanderer's Random Thoughts
Non-FictionWelcome to the chaotic mess that is my mind. Enter if you will, with confusion your constant partner and reason to justifiably leave. Here entail random thoughts from my mind, at times poetry, and perhaps fragments from stories I have yet to write.
