Butterfly as a whisper comes around for a little child happiness is found, he sees a colorful art of life. She stays near the child not afraid of being burnt by the desire. Is it a candle or a child? Secondly, she will be burned. Firstly, she will be admired. She makes him feel the magic and then she wants to fly away. A child can’t wait that hours become days and butterfly returns again. He will love only for today! Once she will fly away, the beauty in his eyes will be lost. Soon he will learn that beautiful creatures can’t be admired when they stay under chains.
A study of soul continues; hold back the animal, discovering yourself in blind light. Awaken the hungry child of autumn and give him the dreams of strawberries to eat, time would drink his tears sans lips. A second death of
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless