HERES A FUNNY STORY
today I left my room for a bit to go to the store and get some water
when I got back, I saw a caterpillar lying near my door.
my hands were full with the water so I just left him there, but in my head I named him and started imagining his little legs crawling around in my hand
I got really excited for a bit. I named him harry
because... hes harry...
so I went outside and picked him up, but he didn’t move like they normally
do
turns out harry is dead
been dead all day probably rotting outside in the sun
what funny about it
is he’s sitting on my desk still
I set him in here hoping he was sleeping or something
but hes not
hes dead
fucking dead
and since I know he’s dead there's no real hurry in deciding what to do with him
he can sit here on my desk all day and night, and when I wake up tomorrow i’ll probably put him back outside in the grass
or i can throw him out now
..thing is...
the idea of harry, the dream of his little legs walking on my hand made me really fucking happy for a second
and sure, that dream was crushed by the vulgar weight of reality
but I don’t fucking care
this corpse on my desk and the memory of the great time we never had together is enough for me to leave him here a while longer while I decide what to do.
and yeah
its a metaphor
true story
and a metaphor
when I got back, I saw a caterpillar lying near my door.
my hands were full with the water so I just left him there, but in my head I named him and started imagining his little legs crawling around in my hand
I got really excited for a bit. I named him harry
because... hes harry...
so I went outside and picked him up, but he didn’t move like they normally
do
turns out harry is dead
been dead all day probably rotting outside in the sun
what funny about it
is he’s sitting on my desk still
I set him in here hoping he was sleeping or something
but hes not
hes dead
fucking dead
and since I know he’s dead there's no real hurry in deciding what to do with him
he can sit here on my desk all day and night, and when I wake up tomorrow i’ll probably put him back outside in the grass
or i can throw him out now
..thing is...
the idea of harry, the dream of his little legs walking on my hand made me really fucking happy for a second
and sure, that dream was crushed by the vulgar weight of reality
but I don’t fucking care
this corpse on my desk and the memory of the great time we never had together is enough for me to leave him here a while longer while I decide what to do.
and yeah
its a metaphor
true story
and a metaphor