My childhood was full of debates
was a fox a kind of dog or a kind of cat
why are only baby ducks yellow
and how do they change colors anyways
how do blue and yellow mix to make green
which came first the chicken or the egg
why is it that wearing mittens
helped me sleep through cold nights
how do allergys work
why are mirrors not see through
but the one that stuck with me the longest was
moths and butterflies
my first impression was that moths were boy butterflies
but maybe they were old butterflies
then i found out certain caterpillars
grow up to be certain moths or certain butterflies
and then i wondered
do caterpillars know weather or not they will become a moth or a butterfly
do they get disappointed when they come out a moth
why do moths fly around at night if they like light so much
are butterflies cocky
why don't they fly around at night
can moths see in the dark better
are butterflies rude to moths
is that why moths only fly around at night
if i were a caterpillar
would i grow up to be a moth or a butterfly
nocturnal teenager jokes aside
I like night time
and i have never felt like a beautiful butterfly
maybe a slightly pretty moth
if I'm lucky
I'm not good at confrontation
and i enjoy naps in the sun
but it took me a long time to accept
that it's okay
to not be a butterfly
Because moths can be pretty too
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Friday, January 29, 2016
Friday, August 21, 2015
Odd pairs
Smiles and butterflies
Because both are fleeting
And I always wonder if they are real
Umbrellas and skipping
Because I've never
experienced both at the same time
Because rain
was made to be overbearing
just like me
Girls and video games
Because I never thought
having them together
was a big deal
Anime and real life
Because no two things
could ever be further apart
My family and outings
Because we never seem to go out
But when we do
We call it torture
Japan and lights
Because I never thought Japan
would have this many lights
Water and skin
Because nothing seemed to fit better
Until fingers become prunes
And water becomes lukewarm
Japan and me
Because I swear
we were destined to meet
And I don't want to go home
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