The Crow and The Butterfly

Last night Death came to me in the form of a crow he told me once I’m done in my cocoon my wish is his command.

I began to eat, a caterpillar on a leaf as I think is this all I’ll ever be

Today a crow came and sat next to me we talked

He said my worries are for naught because there’s no such thing as loss for I’m only a caterpillar on a leaf and I couldn’t imagine what I really am but one day I’d see.

I continued to eat, as I thought what could I be if anything more than just me

Today a crow came and sat next to me we talked, he told me He flew through a storm and the lightning reminded him that there are powers that exist in the universe far beyond machines, but who’s to say this isn’t the machine, or we’re not in a simulation, I’m a crow and you’re a butterfly we both live and we both die, the same will happen to the place where we’re alive.

I finished eating and became weary, the thought that this may be my death made my eyes water up, is this what the crow was talking about I thought.

As I woke up I had to struggle to see the light again and when I finally did I was falling and when I opened my arms I flew!

The crow flew by me and said I’ve been waiting for you, tears running down my eyes, does this mean I’m still alive! I thought I died,

this is the real you the crow told the butterfly.