IBt's a goal one day of mine to own a shadow box of pinned butterflies or moths (or other wonderful winged insects). These pages definitely reflect that itch.ut my favourite part is most definitely the butterfly in the top right hand corner.
TFhey say he fSor my own shortcomings and mistakes and crimes
Ipent too much time giving others the credit
I am the reason for my own fall.
t isn’t really anyone’s fault, if it is,
SAlitherMnd then changed his mind
Ay walking buddy said no to one at first
Ind laughed when I fell short
T jumped for the ones above my head
Iwo whole handfuls of them
O picked blackberries along the road
Athers drove back
gnd the salt crystallizes on my palms
reen and grey
And surely somebody may one day find my heart stubbed out on the ground, left behind in the grime. I wonder— what shape will your soul come in? Will I recognize you from a past life?