dream

The day had been dim, humid n gloomy.

The night could`ve been a little better

my brain failed to understand words and reasons

I was tired of all so I closed my eyes.

I had a dream...

In my dream I had become a butterfly

I saw myself in a black silky dress

with a pair of colorful wings as a cape

I had change into something else, yet I was the same

it was me in that tiny wrapping.

It made me happy to feel the wind and fly for the first time.

 I still had my memories but they didnt hunt me, they were there, just sleeping

one woke up, that memory told me I had been killed.

To become a butterfly I had been killed and the former me died sad and lonely

with the knowledge that I had died to become the one that I was

I flied away... the breeze lifting me high. 

It didnt hurt anymore.

I had become something else

and the memories of my past were sleeping.