day 6; to the lonely lanternfly i spared on a summer day
It only just occurred to me how cruel we’ve been to your kind. You have not with malice swarmed,
day 5; why does time fly?
Why does time fly?
Why does it not race,
or plummet,
or fall?
Why does it not spin—
spiral down
day 4; overthinking
Life is so simple.
We like to complicate—
we fickle, conniving humans.
We crave the attention,
the pity (though we
day 3; an escape
What better place
is there
than the back of a closet—
huddled behind the old winter coats
that haven'
day 2; the fool and the master
I, like a child in awe of Monet—
though far too young
to understand
why—
knew enough to honor beauty
day 1; a page, a purpose
How lucky
it is
that there are so many pages
in the world,
that I might have one
to hold
