I've been playing around a lot lately with the idea of impermanence and momentary fulfillment. I also have a small obsession towards any creature with wings, and more specifically, the importance of freedom that wings can represent. SO mixing these thoughts together along with my current state of mind; I decided to write again. I hope you guys enjoy!

A Mourning Cloak Obsession

Soft butterflies graze down my spine.

I quickly spin around in time to see

their magical wings explode into bright

bursts of color.

I wipe the pigment off my skin and vainly try to paint the sky again

with their unforgettable patterns.

Drugs and expectations made me walk on this line-

do this line

yet I still find myself

flying back into mankind’s arms;

as if you’re something that could heal me.

I’m drunk on your sweet butterfly kisses and the promises

of lover’s hands around my neck,

but alone in this embrace makes my brain

strain for solitude on the stage

of a starved city.

How painful it is

to untangle myself from your grip

and to drink too much,

and to smoke too much

but still fall completely in love with you.