THE MOTH

Come back home little moth. Home where you`ll be warm and dry. Fly on home tonight. The lights been blistering your mind with hopes of never ending promises. They`re just illusions in life. Ones that are and always will be up there to keep you going for no definate reasons. They are the make belief dreams that have no end. Come back home tonight and shut the door. Turn off the light and close your eyes. Rest your weary mind a while and think not of the quest that had been obsessing you all these while. Fly on home tonight. Fluff! Fluff!


"Flip!Flap!" - ( a sketch from my early journal )