haydin

Gray clouds loomed in eyrie pathways, making notions of broken luminosity across the once azure sky, there was nothing left of her hand prints that once left there memories in the sand, nothing left but the old cocoons woven in sticky strands by the cracked old caterpillar near the bay. So small an insignificant against the sweltering sun rays he quivered as the heat cracked his forest green stripes, turning them to a dusty brown.
Tiny spindle like legs intertwined so intricately as he desperately fought against time to conceal himself into his cave of white. time however was unforgiving as the sun placed another crack on his already dry scale like back, piercing there firey glaze over his eyes, his tiny feet no longer moved diligently, his glossy eyes became still, and his half woven cocoon was left to shrivel and rot in the afternoon sun, the air seemed to breathe in sighs as ocean waves caressed one another singing there funeral tears as the tiny caterpillar lay forgotten surrounded by a cage of hard plastic, left by his captor. His cocoon slowly turning to intangible art beside him as dusk set upon his tiny crystalized eyes.
Slow footsteps shuffled and stopped as a tiny pair of hands picked up his plastic coffin in which he had been doomed to spend his remaining days. The sweaty fingers removed the sun dried body and cocoon, staring unknowing at the immobilized insect on his palm, as clumsy finger tips moved across the dead insect a single tear drop emerged from the hazel eyes staring down at the shriveled caterpillar who had simply been forgotten in the chaotic world of a child.

Some times we over look the small details in life which can make all the difference in the world, I think it's very wise to take a step back from all the chaos once in a while and admire the colors and textures of the world rather than the snap shot.

xoxox
Haydin