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Oh,

Hi...I didn't notice you there. How have you been? I've seen you everyday but couldn't get to have a little chat with you. I know what's going on with you, but, I don't know -- We didn't quite communicate properly.

Me, Oh yes, I somehow disintegrated. Your life juice almost stopped pumping, so I thought it's no place for me anymore. I thought you're too busy with getting to socialise with people of no future worries, and feel the urge to escape a misery of a paradise being knocked down.

But, I've been here all the time -- I just don't know why would you be so distant.

I was in that little corner of your hollow head, just surrounded by volatile thoughts that roamed the room. Didn't want to disturb them, so you can say I was somehow asleep.

Aren't you supposed to weave my colored knittings? the ones that supposed to flow out of my brains to a place where they find happiness?

You already mentioned they don't usually get to that place, they reach somewhere and they die out.

What life juice you were talking about?

*silence*

*both staring at blurry fluroscent light above*

Is this a butterfly?

this is a moth,
no butterflies exist in here

*one of them fades away*

*alarm clock ringing*