Butterfly

With a knife sharp heart I shave off these long and thin, meaningless days Piles of things like the past and monotony Throw them out as nonflammable waste Like a letter without an address With no place to go or stay, our Force-fed dreams and hopes Throw them all as nonflammable waste In our world coated by a translucent and precarious film 5 meters worth of reality Inadvertently lost Lost sight of…