Standing still so I'm closed in.
I won't move.
No light....So I can't see.
I like it here.
Darkness I've become accustom too... Moving is not an option.
Moving creates oceans I do not know this, but by moving twice I could breath.
Coverings, covering body creating warmth within my shell.
I can't stay here forever, who's going to make me move?
Who's going to make me split the seam?
Deliverance from shelter is insanity.
Insanity without proper construction is damn nation.
So by staying here I am safe.
The world is set on fire, a stage for all to be.
I'm too scared to fly I'll just stay near this tree.
Who fly's through the night?
Bats and owls.
Shivering sights.
Who fly's through the day?
Butterflies and birds creating deep eras.
I'll never be like them, I'm stuck in a cave.
The warmth over my body is better anyways.
Still something within me is telling me to move.
I do not want to hear this...So I click snooze.
I like where I'm standing...It is food for me.
Nourishments mean nothing in this battle.
Fill me up with negativity so I can stay still.
Warning signs screaming in my head, If you don't move you will die.
I like it hear I don't want to fly....
I don't want to die!
What if I cant fly..?
What if I move and oceans don't collide..?
Will I still be considered a butterfly...?
I don't know, but at least you tried:)
About the Creator
Lone Wolf
I write story’s to release the parts of my Imagination that will never come true.....


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