three thousand lady bugs approached: their time had passed the
little red bird that sits on my shoulder has flown to join his mate
i am left with the butterflies above my head and wonder in what
state they left their cocoons in - abandoned left to the elements
or remembered as if their youth had all but escaped - you and i
did not have a youth: we were too busy being parents, too busy
listening to grown up problems, thinking grown up things - is
this the reason we crave escape, a momentary lapse into a cocoon
to rebuild what we both so wanted when we started on our own
life without the laziness, the greed, the incompetence which slowly
has seeped into out being, we know it as a venom that slowly sinks
in to sleep life away - even if it hurts, even if there are moments i
cannot breathe, and cannot think, and i am so exhausted from the
tears i want to try because if i do not then the venom will enter
and i do not know when again i will be able to wake - this life is
