&you were never going to tell mewhat truly inspired your thoughts
because it was all you had left
&still I wasn't a part of it because---
sometimes it's like telling a bedtime story
so you can tuck me under the covers tight and tell
about the bird who met the caterpillar
&remarked, "My god. Aren't you the most disgusting thing?"
&received in return no.reply.no.words.no-
nonothing.
until one day the most disgusting thing turned into a butterfly
with bright colors and strong wings
&the bird remarked, "My god. Aren't you the most beautiful thing?"
&received in return no.reply.no.words.no-
nonothing.
until one day the bird looks back and sees Mother Nature catching up
too fast.toofasttoofastsofastitwasablur
&the bird remarked, "My god. Aren't you rushing a bit?"
&received in return no.reply.no.words.no-
until one day it was all over, and the bird was dying of old age
&he remarked, "My god. I've made too many mistakes."
&received in return the farcical truth that Mother Nature hid.
&you were never going to tell me
what the moral of the story was
because I always think(thought)think that it was me
who didn't understand your unspoken words
but in re.al.i.ty it was just one of your inane creations
to screw up the crap in my head even more
&that way you can--
breakme.until.I.collap.se. right at your feet.

&you still say I think too much.