I am a caterpillar.
I am eating green words that I do not even want to eat.
And that every single day.
Nobody would notice.
The dreams will die as you keep on eating dirty feed.
And becomes a russet-colored huge moth, someone said long time ago.
But I did not believe.
Because I still have a dream.
I am holding it carefully and carefully with both of my hands and sleeping with, every night.
Sliced skin in between the fingernails and the noise of an ear chopped off.
Just a tiny moment in the afternoon to meet myself.
I do not feel empty.
Because I do not want to forget.
What colored butterfly am I right now?
I hope I look like a beautiful butterfly as you do; I open my russet-colored wing so wide.
And talk to you butterflies.
What color is your wing?