KILLING BUTTERFLIES.
I went for a drive the other day and while I was driving away from home I ran through this swarm of butterflies.
And that's when I decided that maybe I didn't want to be a writer.
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Is it wrong living in the present?
Is it wrong living in the moment?
If you think hard enough you won't know.
We could be living in the past's future.
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Sometimes I like the sound of my thoughts. How they seem to be whispering to each other in such a sweet way that they make me want to listen to them all night.
But there are times when they seem to be screaming so loud that other people can listen to them, but not loud enough for me to figure out what they are saying.
It's like they are trying to tell me everything in a dialect I don't understand.
And sometimes I like the sound of thoughts and the way they make me feel like I don't belong here.
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Can you remember the touch?
Do you remember that time?
We were drunk and the music was loud.
I saw you in the corner, you were wearing white
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Killing Butterflies
KILLING BUTTERFLIES.
I went for a drive the other day and while I was driving away from home I ran through this swarm of butterflies.
And that's when I decided that maybe I didn't want to be a writer.
And that maybe I'll never be who I want to be.
And it wouldn't be so bad.
That's when I decided to kill all those butterflies.
When I could've turn the wheel or even just stopped the car.
Because weirdly enough, the street was empty except for me and those soon to be dead butterflies.