a caterpillar

this is a candle i hold in my hand, and this is a dream in the other. this is a fire; this is a word. i am a hunter; i am a process. something is always unfolding; something is always grinning back. i am getting there, but i don’t know where that where is. i am growing here, but I don’t know what to grow into – a caterpillar? a butterfly – they only live for a few weeks, you know. i am a journey, and i am growing into a journey. i need more time.

how will i become that other in the corner?

how will i become the grin on his lips?

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