Some Nights Feel Like That - Blog Posts

Do you ever stumble upon a thing that moves something in your shell? Yeah, that's it

Perfect Butterfly 🦋

Wrote a poem and finally finished drawing it oit. Check the break for the poem:

Caterpillars gorge on food 'til they become a chrysalis

Destroying their own body inside to make a new one

Turning into a butterfly

A beautiful butterfly

Caterpillars are always hungry

Biting off more than they can chew

Take on so many things until you can't take it anymore

Hide away

Destroy what you hate about yourself

And come out anew

And then do it again

And again

And again

So when will this caterpillar

Become a beautiful perfect

Butterfly?

what the moon can see

it is twilight again. she settles 

into her spot upon a sky full 

of stars. she looks down. i 

wonder if she can see through

the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.

~K.T.