Does the

 butterfly recollect 

what the caterpillar has lived? As she 

dissolves inside the chrysalis does she 

struggle to cling to a taste of green, the sun’s 

caress? Or is her miracle reckless abandon?

The land is barren, silent, still

A whisper for what it had been

Just silent winds, forgotten, weak

Replace the voice who used to speak

The sky is crimson with our sins

A world where only hate begins

We point, we blame, we turn away

As if we didn’t shape decay

Leaving your home to find the place you belong to. 

You dive into the adventure. Running into new people, new sceneries, new languages. The grey flats around your house brighten in red colored brick houses, tiny green gardens. Tall blonde giants almost hit you with their bikes, because you are still inexperienced and so, so small. You are even scared to bike alone at night at first. You become a newborn in that new country. Learning everything. From how to talk, understand and come… close.