The butterflies mind goes blalbalbla.
The butterfly can’t catch a thought. They swirl they twirl
Eventually they run together
From time to time, they go quiet. Numbness.
Dumbness.
Breaking a cycle, trying to give a shit.
But the butterflies mind goes, blablabla.
The best thing for the butterfly would be a task. To understand something, to give a shit.
But the blablabla thoughts distract, and demand attention.
The thoughts are pointless, a representation of something missing
A representation of the present apathy.
Like the greats, like the bads, like no one, like everyone.
The butterflies mind goes blablabla.