2004-10-08
Or Was It The Deplorable Slug Being Poked Out Of Her Shell Against Her Slothful Will?

hearing: Cannon-Fire Orange - Poor Old Lu
reading: In The Days of The Comet by H.G. Wells
feeling: thoughtful...sort of. I have everything on my mind all at once...

I am exhausted.

Like the oak tree trying to push down the mountain.

I am scared.

Like the abandoned baby bird with broken wings on winter morn.

I am overwhelmed.

Like a daisy in a hurricane.

I am confused.

Like the ants who scatter when their queen is killed.


And I wonder, is this how the butterfly feels, when the time draws near for her to break out of her cocoon?

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